The Gratitude that Friday Brings…
I love the feeling of completeness when you have done what you have needed to do and the weekend stretches ahead of you like a lazy cat in a sunny spot. This Friday, I managed to get home at about five o’clock, an unusual event.
Melbourne’s weather was cold and grey. If Spring had sent a text, it had been rejected by Melbourne’s servers. She was ferociously hanging onto her reputation of miserable weather. By this time in Johannesburg, the sun is being a real show-off, flaunting himself like a Latino dancer to a group of gorgeous girls. It is the time of year, I wonder why I moved. Cold and rainy, when I know that elsewhere on the planet…so what do you do?
You can sit around and mope that weather is awful. Instead, I gratefully ran a bath at 6pm. Lay in it and read a magazine with a cup of tea. When I got out, I put cream on for dry skin, not the expensive one that is lovely and luxurious, but Nivea that reminds me of being a six year old and being cuddled by my grandmother, I popped on the fluffy dressing gown and the slippers and settled down with the dog at my feet. It may not be anyone else’s idea of a fantastic Friday night, but to me it was the perfect beginning to a relaxing weekend.
Monday, I am going to look you square in the eye and say “Bring it…”
Ah my old friend, as you know I should have been celebrating Friday night with Beatles, Abba and Mini revivals! A gay night out or what! 🙂 Instead I ended up working late and enjoyed a quiet night in, a soak, a catch up of the series and some serious relaxing. And it was sublime. Sometimes simple pleasures are so much more restorative than the expensive ones. That said, I had an expensive haircut the next day and you had a massage so it is all about right time and place.