Bank Holiday, baby (delayed)

I thought I posted this at 8am this morning, but obviously our broadband was taking a break and not working… (thanks yet again, BT)… so here it is at 5.45pm:

Yesterday was okay in the end. It was like waking up next to a completely different person. Philippa went from being a psychotic, overbearing, tidiness-obsessed employer to being a calm, pleasant, loving, friendly wife. I swear I’ll never understand her. What weird messed-up, genetically-modified hormone surge can make a woman be like a tiger with a toothache on Saturday night and then a loving lamb on a Sunday morning? I don’t know much about the dude who wrote ‘Jekyll & Hyde’ but my guess would be he based it on his wife….

She’s not up yet so I have yet to discover which one of her personalities I’ll be living with today. The angry yeti from Saturday or the meek butterfly from Sunday? Or a hybrid of the two? Or a third, as-yet-unencountered being that will make my life interesting and unbearable in equal measures? That’s the joy of my marriage at the moment – I never know quite what I’m getting, where we’re going, or what I should do to endure it. Anyways – at least I’m not working this Bank Holiday (having slogged my way through the last one.) I’d have loved to have had a lie-in but for some reason my body seems to be refusing to allow me to sleep after 5am these days. My eyes spring open and my mind is alert and I start getting the urge to go outside and build something. Maybe it’s a generations-old natural reaction to the longer hours of daylight we’re having. Maybe I’m catching Philippa’s mood swings by osmosis, or my own hormones are a bit messed up as well, I don’t know.

I don’t mind though, not really. Given control of my own existence, I would love to sleep most of Winter and be awake most of Summer. Get my sleep when it’s dark and be awake all the time it’s light and never have to deal with SAD or shitty January darkness again.

Now if you’ll excuse me – I have the urge to build an omelette.

RC 28-5-18