On my own, and under the cosh..

Philippa called in sick today, so I ended up as busy as a cat with nine kittens. I don’t like work when it feels like you’re barely surviving, I prefer it when you’re on top of things and it all feels quite relaxed. I’m picky like that. Tom was out on deliveries for most of the day so he couldn’t help, and half the stuff that needed doing was stuff I never even knew we did anyway. It was hard, and I imagine things will be even worse tomorrow, so I’m going to say a few prayers and rub a few crystals and hope that Philippa is okay in the morning.
Hannah is stomping around tonight like a pregnant hippo wearing work boots, so I’m hiding. I haven’t dare ask what the problem is, I assume it’s something to do with men or shopping, as they’re the dominant forces in her life.
On a lighter note, we change the clocks on Saturday, so daylight hours will be extended even further. I’m setting myself a challenge to cycle every available path within a ten-mile radius this Summer, and I intend to get started on Sunday.
I’m still a bit unsure about the whole concept of changing the clocks. Only a personal opinion, but it just strikes me as one of those old ideas that we only hang onto through habit and nostalgia, even though it’s now pointless and outdated. A bit like The Conservative Party, really.
Thank you, I’m here all week........

RC 24-3-10