228 days….

Ironic title given my dislike of Fridays … and God.

Even so, I’m glad it’s Friday.

I’ve been so tired this week between getting used to working full-time all day and dealing with the ground water problem all night.

I’m looking forward to sharing the quiche in the oven with the kids, a glass of wine (me only) and the tv.  I guess I’ve realised that the kids are company on the couch on a Friday night.  …and there are probably fewer arguments over the remote (I’m Mum, it’s my TV, I win).

There is more rain predicted for the weekend.

I hate the rain.

It’s depressing.

You loved the rain.  Bloody farm-boy.

I miss you farm-boy.

I love you.

XA

 

 

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