I was talking to a colleague today about how as one gets older working five days a week becomes more and more difficult. This is especially the case if by Thursday you have already already worked your weekly contracted hours and you are still expected to go to work on Friday.
Today did not start in the most cheerful fashion as I spent some time talking on the phone to a friend who had suffered a bereavement. Her closest friend who she had shared a house with for a very long time died last week. They were no longer living in the same house but her loss is very great and made more difficult because the woman who died wasn't her partner or a family member so it is hard for her to explain to other people the nature of their relationship and the extent of her loss.
In more cheerful news Soda Farl who has had a medical Scare and was under the Consultant has been given the all clear.
I am considering going for a walk at the weekend with a group of ramblers. I am also considering booking a Saga holiday and buying a pair of fur lined bootees. Not really. The rambler thing is true though. Mainly because they are going to Faversham and I think it might be a good pace to take photographs. All salt marshes and shingled houses and grey light.
I did go to bed earlier than usual last night and as a result woke up at 4.30 a.m.. After about 45 minutes I went back to sleep again and then slept in. I am hoping that I will have better luck tonight.