The Twenty-Sixth of May Two Thousand and Eleven. Thursday.
I think I will keep that bit at the beginning cos there's every chance that if I do an entry this late in the day it might tick over into tomorrow and I'd hate for there to be any confusion as to which day those particular thoughts belonged to. I'm not saying I'm fickle (Miranda-style aside to camera: 'I am fickle, though'), but my opinions and beliefs can only be considered authentic for the assigned day that they have been opined and believed upon.
I've got five days off now. And it's payday tomorrow. All well and good, but I was offered work for 3 of those days which would have been lots of sestertii and seen me right but I really needed a bit of a break and here was an opportunity that I couldn't ignore (I've also chucked in next Sunday to do this Dragon Boat thing - more on that anon, I expect - so I'm going to be absolutely brassic next month, but there you go) what with it being my rostered time off and everything. I would normally be spending the weekend with mes enfants but they're going to a combined uncle and cousin (not in a horrible gene-spliced, Jeff-Goldblum-in-the-fly (qv Gin Soaked Boy by The Divine Comedy (oh good; I thought today might be a bit thin on parenthetical digressions. I'm glad that one suggested itself) kind of way - it's just father and son share a birthday) birthday bash. So I will have a bit of time to myself...
Which is great and everything. I never used to have much of a work ethic - that's something that's only really developed with having a family - so it's surprising how itchy I feel about turning down work even though this is time that is legitimately my own. And now I'm getting anxious thinking: 'Argh, I've not got all this precious time to myself I'd better make the best use of it!'
I've just read what I've written: 'not got all this precious time.' Blimey, that's a Freudian slip! I meant to put 'I've got all this precious time.' The ol' subconscious is obviously a bit wound up. That's a bit worrying.
Actually, I know exactly what I'm going to do this weekend: nothing. I was wondering how to wrap up this entry - getting a bit too serious for my liking so I'll fall back on the wisdom of AA Milne:
'A quotation is a handy thing to have about, saving one the trouble of thinking for oneself'
And to illustrate my feelings about this long weekend here is a fab quotation of Milne's from The House at Pooh Corner:
"I like that too," said Christopher Robin, "but what I like doing best is Nothing."
"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time.
"Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going of to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh nothing, and then you go and do it."
"Oh, I see," said Pooh.
"This is the sort of thing that we're doing right now."...
Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hands, called out, "Pooh!"
"Yes?" said Pooh.
"When I'm --- when --- Pooh!"
"Yes, Christopher Robin?"
"I'm not going to do Nothing any more."
"Never again?"
"Well, not much. They won't let you."
Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again.
"Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully.
"Pooh, when I'm --- you know --- when I'm not doing Nothing, will you be here sometimes?
"Just me?"
"Yes, Pooh."
"Will you be here too?"
"Yes, Pooh, I will be, really. I promise I will be, Pooh."
"That's good," said Pooh.
"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought for a little.
"How old shall I be then?"
"Ninety-nine."
Pooh nodded.
"I promise," he said.
Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt for Pooh's paw. "Pooh," said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I --- if I'm not quite ---" he stopped and tried again --- "Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?"
(lots more top Milne quotes here)
Never again. Well not much.
Excuse me while I get in some 'not much'.
More soonliest
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