So, well, yes, maybe there are worse things than tedium.
I suppose yesterday’s post could be said to provide an illustration of this.
However, apart from a horrible guilty sensation of having been completely irresponsible you will be pleased to hear that today I feel fantastic.
All dull weary sensations have vanished, I feel revitalised and refreshed, and life seems to have taken a turn for the better.
It feels very much as though we have had a holiday.
On the scale of holidays it was admittedly short, being from about ten o’ clock until bed time, although I am not exactly sure when bed time happened in the end, having some vague memories of giggling our way around the Library Gardens with the dogs in the middle of the night: but it was all ace fun anyway.
Also it was expensive, because of having spent money instead of earning it, and I had a quiet worry about this over coffee in bed this morning, but Mark was untroubled and said that it didn’t matter really, because it wasn’t even all of one night, and after all there is always tonight. We have got good health and plenty of life and so we can always earn more money.
I did have good health, as it happened, I didn’t even have a headache, unlike Number Two Daughter, whose rascally behaviour seemed to have carried on long after Mark and I hunted down a taxi driver in the kebab shop and made our way home. It was not easy to get a taxi. There just didn’t seem to be anybody on the taxi rank.
Anyway, we woke up this morning feeling improbably fresh and cheerful, which was more than we deserved, and made a trip to pay the money we had managed to earn into the bank, which was a relief, because of it being the end of the month and time to pay the mortgage and the overdraft and the window cleaner.
Actually the only one out of that lot ever really worth worrying about is the last one. The others won’t bother in the slightest about money that you ought to have given to them, probably for at least six weeks and then eventually might stir themselves to write an unfriendly letter. The window cleaner, on the other hand, might very well turn up unexpectedly on the doorstep if you don’t pay him his fiver before Friday, and make a huge embarrassing fuss and all the neighbours would twitch their curtains and be enthralled.
We had earned enough to pay everybody, even despite last night’s villainy. We had a coffee with poor Number Two Daughter, and played the washing game with the Weather Gods for a while until I got bored and draped it all over the stove, after which point the sun shone relentlessly for the rest of the day.
Of course we had got to retrieve our taxis from last night’s reckless abandonment, and then Mark took his and buzzed off to the dentist who had kindly offered to give his teeth a thorough sanding down for him.
I took my taxi for an MOT, which is always a moment for some mild anxiety, because of not wishing to be unable to earn money if it turns out that anything terrible is the matter with it: but as it happened it passed without incident, and I could return to the taxi rank with a light heart.
I am very glad indeed that Easter is over. It is nice not to have to spend half of the day on the taxi rank as well as the night. It is nice to feel relaxed and happy again. I was even able to go for a swim this evening. This is less relaxing and rather more refreshing than it usually is, because the Holistic Wellness Beautiful Me Health Spa has got some kind of electricity-related issue at the moment, and the pool is cold.
I splashed up and down as fast as I could, which isn’t very fast, and dived out in some haste, to be ambushed by the youth on the desk who wished to make admiring noises about Number One Daughter, who has achieved popular acclaim in the sphere inhabited by obsessive fitness enthusiasts.
I nodded and agreed that she was a role model to be emulated and wished him good fortune in his own efforts. I declined his enthusiastic offer to avail myself of the gym facility in order to do so myself, and waddled contentedly back to my taxi and flask full of Chinese fried rice.
I didn’t have any pictures of today’s activities, obviously you don’t want to see a picture of a taxi getting an MOT, so here is a scenic picture taken from the taxi window a few days ago instead.
It is at least artistic if not topical.
