Not so long ago it was January 1st and I was full of enthusiasm for a new year. To work hard, to be constructive, to accomplish… I woke up this morning to my radio alarm playing Bread of Heaven (In Welsh!) on Radio 2 - it is March 1st – how the heck did that happen?
How the heck did 6am arrive so quickly this morning is another question I can not really answer but I will leave it there – how I wish it was still Sunday and the day ahead of me was a gentler paced one. I do love my Sundays of nothing of great consequence… Monday, sheesh, it’s always all go…
All my good intentions of working hard this year have, so far, eluded me. It would seem life has had other ideas for me for the first two months of this year. It’s a good job we never know what is around the corner or we would never set foot out of bed and take the walk to the end of the road to find out.
Last week was a complete and utter washout and to all my lovely clients that tried to call me only to get voicemail and to those that actually got through to me (your timing skills are unique if you caught me with my phone on!) I apologise sincerely for being unable to work. A situation arose which demanded my attention (again) and I had to attend to it. There was no time or room for any work of this nature and as frustrating as you might have found it, I guarantee you could not have matched my frustration. Or my anger. Or my sleepless nights or my running about almost bumping into myself coming back from somewhere I had just been while I rushed on to the next place I had to go!
Sometimes, you are faced with a situation that it is best to tackle head on, best to turn off a phone, step back from everything else and deal with whatever it is that needs dealing with.
I have done that now.
Normal service is resumed from today onwards and I intend to take full advantage of having cleared the decks to make way for some good and proper frolicking.
I am waxed, I am buffed, I am polished and I am ready – you may call, you may email, you may sample the delights of my banana flavoured condoms once again!
I have a renewed spring in my step and a dangerous glint in my eyes – odd what a week of throwing out metaphorical trash can do to a person, it sort of refreshes, renews…
Finally before I head off to the hairdryer, Happy St David’s Day to all the Welsh! No, I do not have a Welsh Costume all togged up to somehow look sexy that I can slip on, although, I am certain there is a way to do it you know, I just need to think about it for awhile…
We can display the flag instead and all celebrate the fact that Welsh cakes are lovely, even if the daffs are not out yet. And Tom Jones is still sexy, I do not care what anybody else says…. I am off to listen to some Delilah and have a small dance about my lounge, then it’s dry the hair and make myself look presentable before no doubt dismissing 101 withheld number calls, dealing with emails where I am asked to explain exactly what happens on a booking please (Duh!? What do you think? We pair up odd socks and darn those that are worn out, obviously!) and settling down to some mind numbingly dull accounting stuff here while I wait for Mr Reasonable to call, with a number displayed to ask me in a cherrie voice if I am available this afternoon – Yes Sir, I am indeed!
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