Mondays child is fair of face.

Tuesdays child is full of grace.

Wednesdays child is full of woe.

Thursdays child has far to go.

Fridays child is loving and giving.

Saturdays child works hard for a living.

But a child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny, blith, good and gay.

Actually, I was born on a Sunday so it seems pretty irrational that I have an affinity for Tuesdays, but trust me on this, Tuesdays are THE next big thing and Fridays are just so passé now!

Monday -  Well, I’ve yet to meet anyone that’s excited by a Monday. Whether its just peer pressure or learned behaviour over time. EVERYONE hates Mondays….including Bob Geldoff, whom you would have thought was a kind of Monday guy. He never really has much drive in his voice normally and yet when he is angry or passionate about something, you know it! He typifies Mondays for me. Of course there’s always Victor Meldrew…….

Tuesday -  THE day. It’s a day of hope and life. You have got the dreaded Monday out of the way and can actually get on with something and be productive. It’s fresh, exciting and vibrant. Tuesdays are like a Spring day. You feel quite renewed and ready to tackle anything. The drudgery of Monday is behind you. Is a quirky day….a bit unique….the far side. Don’t go with the flow and stick with Fridays as THE day….be yourself. That’s what it is for me.

Wednesday – By Wednesday you are now beginning to wind down. It’s the halfway point in the week and you are beginning to subtly switch off and do less.  Friday is in sight.

Thursday – You might as well not bother getting out of bed! Terrible day. Either you have switched off totally, because Friday is SO close and you are winding down for that, or you are frantic thinking ‘oh my God, where has my week gone and I’ve got nothing done!’ and you end up working ridiculously late to finish something for a deadline so that you can coast into Friday…Dread THE Thursday!

Friday – A lot of fuss about nothing. A day that has a lot riding on it but without substance. You’ve struggled through your week in order to get here and for what??? To enjoy maybe 2 or 3 hours at the of the day……If you’re lucky!!! IT’S FAR TOO SHORT!!!

By Friday afternoon you are totally non productive anyway, and the rule of EVERYDAY, is that you always get more work done in the last hour of the day, no matter how you’ve spent your day. Might as well only work one hour a day and make it from 4-5.….oh, and preferably on a Tuesday!

Saturday – A reluctant day. Possibly involving MORE work than you’ve done all week. If you have family then it’s a day for them, so you could end up doing things reluctantly for their enjoyment other than your own. Alternatively, its always a great day to start a project that you know is always going to remain 95% done, because the last 5% just doesn’t seem worth doing…..or maybe its just me! Of course, this assumes that you are actually in the real world on this day. If you’ve crammed so much alcohol into those last few hours of Friday night, you may just have to spend all day in bed. Not that it’s ever happened to me of course…I’ve been told about it

Sunday – A day of rest….yeah rite! Sundays should be croissants, coffee, brunches, Sunday lunches, a walk in the park with the dogs….ice creams, lazy afternoons with friends a the pub. Hmmm…how many times does it actually happen though? Mostly, you spend the day washing, doing the garden, cooking, going to DIY superstore …..and then slump in front of TV to watch Antiques Roadshow with a cup of tea and slice of Battenberg……dreading the thought of Monday!!!!

So, take heed of my words….TUESDAY is THE next big thing….you heard it here first….OKAY!!!

Keeping abreast

I’m not sure whether Yegs, my therapist was really ready for me in the hydro pool! I LOVE going to hydrotherapy. Despite that fact that it renders me useless and in terrible pain for days afterwards, I LOVE it. It’s the people that make it fun though. I’m a shy retiring type of girl….hmmm……so, in the pool we (Yegs and I) have a LOT to talk about….and laugh about! She’s such a lovely girl, but such a cow to me!!! In the nicest possible way that therapists are. Making me do things with my legs that both they and I are incredibly reluctant to do. I pull a face and try the whimsical look of innocence which says ‘please don’t let this hurt me’….but she has none of it, and makes me do it anyway!!

My breasts seem to have become the subject of much discussion just lately though….damn, and I never thought that anyone had noticed! Thank God I am well trimmed and don’t wear a white swimsuit or ‘la Diva’s’ colour preference would REALLY give them something to talk about!!!

I know that they are ‘out there’ and that they’re large, but I’ve kind of grown into them now, so I don’t notice them…until that is I had to buy a new bra or 5 to be exact, and discover that I’ve increased cup size by 3 sizes! (you have to buy several colours and briefs to match…it’s a requirement when you enter a lingerie shop ) Hydro is working something, if not my knees!!!

So….there we were in the pool, Yegs and I, and she puts a ‘float’ on my foot….at which point this then counterbalances me (should be unbalances me really!) and I begin to float off backwards. A remark is made that ‘you’re never going to drown with those!!!’ and MUCH laughter ensued! Peter raised his eyebrows and smiled, not sure that he had overheard the conversation correctly….but it did appear to put him off his exercises. So that was my introduction to Peter.

He’s a lovely, funny guy. Recovering from a motorbike accident where someone tried to kill him, by reversing into him. I kid you not…. So, for fun, Peter has made it his sole purpose of his hydro sessions to poke fun at me and banter!! All in a really lovely ‘fun’ way though, and I wouldn’t be offended in the slightest. Although he did come close this week when he said ‘have you noticed how the therapists are all so much thinner than us’ !!!! Oi!! You speak for yourself…..the water magnifies things!   Well, that’s my excuse. Which I thought was working until today!

Tuesday is hydro day.

I do have another reason to LOVE Tuesdays but a girl just has to keep some things close to her chest…….or breasts

(yes i’m aware it’s Wednesday when posting this blog, but as you know….I’m late for everything )