Here's some quick thoughts that spring to mind from today.
Get up earlier, go for a run, have a shower and then go to work. Putting clothes on of course.
Not like this morning, smashing the alarm clock against the wall and earning myself some sound sleep and, of course, waking up very late for work. The scenario of a mad Irish woman, frantically running about the place trying to get ready, looking like the lead singer from The Cure, also screaming like a banshee at Big fella (bless 'im!) is not a pretty picture. Neither is being in work two hours in and everybody but me, knows i'm wearing my pants inside out. You see, Big fella just got a box set DVD of 24 and we watched it last night. Question. When does Jack Bauer go for a tinkle? All that excitement and no tinkle, is not right. So we (I) just had to find out what happened next.
*When I go for a run, I will NOT blast the Chariots of fire song on the music thingy and sprint manically all the way back home. See below for reason why.
*Then, I will not bump into my neighbour VERY time I do this and I'm found crawling through the front entrance. With me, panting and wheezing like a St Bearnard dog after eating three pies, it does not make for good conversation. Like so:
Neighbour: "Hello there Claire, just been for a run?"
Claire: (whispering) "HHHHHheeeeeellllpppp (Gasp!) mmmmeee (Gasp) UUppp theee(gasp) staaaiiirrsss(gasp!) (Gasp!)"
You should know me by now, probably every single last one of them! Besides Big fella and I can not wait to find out how Jack Bauer is gonna get out of this latest dilemma tonight! Bring on the sweets!
Enjoy your week and make yourself a wish for Wednesday! Hope all is well in your world!