A bad start to the week
It’s not that I don’t like Mondays, it’s just that they don’t seem to like me. Generally it’s the little things that go wrong, and at the worst times. I try to keep all these little things in perspective – the world isn’t really going to end if you forget your keys and have to walk 100 yards back home to get them, or if you manage to stick your mascara wand in your eye, or if you drop a pile of paperwork. These things aren’t catastrophes, they’re just inconvenient. But the weird thing is, these things seem to happen on Mondays. So this morning I was alert, on my toes and anticipating things to go wrong…. and it all went fine. Until about half an hour ago, when I managed to knock my favourite hand-painted mug off the table when it was full of coffee. The sentiment I’d painted at the bottom of my mug spoke volumes!