The weekend has arrived

There was an overly large-sized turd in the shelter at the train station this morning. I'm ever-so-slightly disturbed by this. It was far to large to be a dog turd, and had that quality about it that makes one think 'person shit', you all know what I mean. Even if it were a dog turd, that's pretty foul to leave it on a station platform, but if it were a human shit, it means that at some point on a freezing cold winter night, someone had a squat in public on a well-lit station. The mind boggles. I hope it isnt there on Monday!

But the weekend is here, and it feels like it's here far too early! This has been a three day week though, so it isn't exactly surprising. It seems difficult to believe that it was only Monday I was down with P, seems such a long time ago. But I've had a bit of a chance to think the past few days about what I need to do in the next year. Starting with practising this presentation for next week, and maybe sending in a few more job applications.....

Also, guess who carefully made lunch yesterday evening and forgot to pack it this morning? Bingo. Episodes like this are happening more and more often, worrying. I can no longer rely on my own memory, it'll end up with me walking into work naked, having forgotten to get dressed. Hopefully there are a few more years before that final indignity, though.

I'm going to have a bath now, and that maybe some apple pancakes, and then to bed. Tomorrow will be difficult, talking to myself in a small room!