As normal a Monday morning as you can possibly get. I'm sure there are people who love it, but I'm not generally one of them.
The work place was far too hot after the fresh walk, although just about everyone else felt cold. They were colder still as we filed out of the building to the sound of the fire alarm. Half an hour we were stood outside. Young Scott was freezing in his T-shirt but I felt comfy with my scarf and coat. I saw no reason to share and in truth felt no real concern for his obvious discomfort. There's not much empathy on Monday mornings. It's a hard life for those who don't think ahead.
So, on the first day after the Sabbath, I failed miserably to display Christian ethic. Mmm, must do better before the day ends.
Actually, I felt rather sad that Beckham has been ruled out of the World Cup through injury. He's worked so hard over the past few years just for it all to vanish in the run-in.
Mon fils gave me a lift home and I've since spent the entire evening studying French.
Trying hard to think what I've done to help anyone today.
Trying hard to think of anything nice that I've said about anyone today.
It hasn't been a bad day really, it's just that I've been really selfish.
As it's my last opportunity, I think I'll say how nice Bev looks tonight. Do I mean it?