Good Morning Sunshine

Good Morning Darlings,

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What a beautiful Monday morning it is today after fierce rain for most of the weekend.

I love it when the sky is blue and gleaming from one side to the other.

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When I went down to the living room and faced yesterday’s devastation, I was suddenly brought back to earth by the knowledge that the job was still to be finished, but I don’t really care because everything passes and sometime this week, month or year,  it will be done.

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Morning After

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I well remember Mondays, years ago when I was young.

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I had just left Grammar School and my father expected me to get a job, and pay board, as soon as possible.

I, of course, was drunk with the perceived pleasures of being free from the education system, and far too silly to ask myself what would follow, or to have a plan for my future.

After a few months my father told me that I had a choice between becoming a nurse or applying to work at the Ministry Of Pensions.

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Well, being between a rock and a hard place, as I had no wish to be either, I eventually opted for the Ministry, purely on the grounds that it should not involve too many bedpans and I would not accidentally kill somebody.

What a bloody awful place it turned out to be.

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I always think that if I go to Hell  it will be a forever version of that place.  I will sit at my desk for all eternity with pension forms and shuttles arriving on the hour, day after day, after day, after day.

With no end, ever.

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It got to be so soul destroying for me that I used up all of my holidays just having days off when I felt totally depressed and suicidal at the thought of going in to work.

In the end I had no holidays left, so I resorted to saying that I had toothache and needed to go to the Dentists urgently

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What a cunning plan.

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I ended up getting two perfectly good back teeth removed with that daft idea, and to add insult to injury, one dentist pulled out a tooth and gave me an awful gum infection that left my gums seeping blood and I had to go back to him for antibiotics.

I never even got any  extra time off work!

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Take warning that if there is ever a National Emergency, and you all come to me to solve it, the solution will most probably include leaving most ofthe people of the UK  without any teeth.

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Can you imagine the humiliation a young girl would feel when she wants a wee and she has to go to the guy who is sitting at a big desk in the middle of the space, surrounded by all our less important desks, ringed around  like a defensive circling of wagons in a ‘Cowboys and Indians’ film, and ask him if she can ‘go to the cloakroom please?’

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He would look at his watch and nod seriously before saying,”Don’t be too long though.”  Arsehole.

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I hope that he has his reward now….guess where?….and doing what?…and for how long?

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Never mind though.

These days I love Mondays, and all I can say to any of you who are still having to go out to work, is that I am glad it is you and not me.

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Have a good day and enjoy all the nice bits of it.

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Me

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