Second Saturday

My Dear Fellow,

So I had this feeling that is hard to describe except with the sheer gutteral sound that came out of me on Friday.

UNNGHHGGHH

This is the sound of a business analyst, realising he SHOULD HAVE been finishing work, but instead has IDIOTICALLY signed up for 5 more weeks of this nonsense.

It was a bit of a blow. Especially having watched Er Indoors SKIP to work every day this week, in the knowledge that it is her last week of work in the UK.

"Tra la la la la!!"

Like that.

However, one thing I credit myself with was the foreknowledge that I would feel this way and so I booked the first Monday after my no-longer-last-day as a holiday.

So today isn't really Sunday. It's Saturday Mark II. As such I have plopped myself down on my bottom and hung out with Er Indoors and the cats all day. What you see above is an emergency ScotMid stop to pick up milk.

"Oh, and ice-cream. And strawberries," said Er Indoors, clearly in the holiday spirit already.

I'm not sure what that makes it tomorrow - Sumonday?

Parsones