The week that was

You know those weeks. The fridge dies just after you buy a heap of meat and veg. You pour cola over the computer and kill it. The junior staff member you spent the last year training resigns just as he's hitting his straps AND he's leaving at the same time as another staffer is going on maternity leave. A supernatural guest decides to keep you awake one night. Your beloved gets stranded out west by Dorothea's much extolled flooding rains. And to cap it all off, politics, that slimey brand of realism maligned by self-interest at the expense of others seeps out of the eighth circle of hell into the world of the idealist. That's the week that was. Not horrendous, just annoying and disappointing. And yet, I'm still smiling although I am looking forward to a long walk in the rain with the GOFA after work today. I hope we both get thoroughly soaked. Wash away the week's grime. Mud would be cleaner than the crap that's been flying round this week.