What's not to like about Monday mornings?
I've just wandered in to work, strolling along the Embankment, watching the rain spattering into the Thames, twirling my brolly and embarrassing passers-by with an atrociously atonal mangling of REM's "The Wake-Up Bomb".
Oh, what a jolly thing is a moist Monday morning in old London Town.
I'm skipping the Monday Melee this week. It would only be the same old moan about the non-existent internet in my village which means I can only blog for the three days a week I'm in London. So bugger that.
The only thing to mar this lovely Monday morning has been Caffè Nero's pastry supplier, who somewhat perversely has made today's croissants from what I can only describe as fragmentation pastry. A billion tiny pieces of slightly greasy brown flaky detritus now cling to my clothes and everything around me. Hey ho.
To prove how happy I am, I just had a meeting with a guy from marketing and didn't throttle him.
So "Happy Monday" to all you miserable Monday-hating bastards.
7 comments:
Whoa what's with the positivity? Have you turned into Rich?
Hell no! I'll be a miserable ranty old sod again tomorrow.
But with my seven hour a day commute I have no time to do anything in the week so my weekends consist of washing, ironing, gardening, car-cleaning, dusting, polishing, cooking, shopping, visiting and all the other crap that most people have evenings to do …
Which is why I'm happy when Monday rolls around and I can get in to the office and have a nice sit down.
Dive, it's so weird how much you like Mondays.
I don't understand it.
That said, glad you're happy.
Me too.
Wow. This is a side of Dive that doesn't show his face very often. I like him. Just don't start quoting Hallmark cards.
It's okay, Robyn. I've recovered and am now my usual ranty and curmudgeonly self.
Wow...it is now Wednesday, so I missed the whole Monday rant thing and I was so looking forward to it.
I live for those rants, Dive.
Post a Comment