This week, I again didn’t do most of the scheduled overtime. I still haven’t shifted my cold, still feeling under the weather, and the store was quiet anyway, so I volunteered to work my normal hours aside from the one day. Management were fine about it as there was little work. The week ticked over nicely, nothing to report, and now it’s Sunday afternoon and I have 2 days off to look forward to.

Sunday, I made a chocolate fudge cake for my son’s birthday. The one having the birthday always gets to choose the main course, curry, and the desert. I’m going to try and make onion bhajis again, and chicken pakora; should be fun lol.

It was my sister’s birthday recently and she commented on the card I’d sent. I thought it was lovely, said some nice things, though she thought it a bit ‘touchy feely’ and was surprised. This is the same person who sent a card to my son that was more suitable for a 12-year-old. Hmmm. So far, not even an email from his dad. On one level I understand, it’s not like my son communicates with him, but on the other hand, he only has one child.

I know I’m not young, though every year my son has a birthday, it makes me feel older. I wonder, where the h*ll did the time go? Like many I’m sure, I can vividly remember his birth, and it’s staggering that it was 26 years ago!

This past month I only worked about 10 hours overtime which is a tad light. We have a bonus due next payday, my third since working here, and I’ve been mindful of how much overtime I do. Too much, and I’ll just lose it in taxes and stoppages. No point working myself too hard is there?

Apart from leaks, not too much has been going on. Major leak in work and to get the soft fruits we had to wade through water lol. Eventually the fruit was moved onto a ‘cage’ and the area cordoned off before anybody had a slip. I came home to the toilet overflow pouring water into the garden, and a small leak from the cistern in the bathroom. Buckets have been deployed, and the landlord notified though goodness knows when they’ll bother to get it repaired. We still don’t have our new contract that we were advised about months ago. They’d stated if we commit to stay for a further 12 months, then they won’t put the rent up. We agreed, in principle, that it sounded like a good idea, though the signed contract has yet to materialise. Meantime, I’ve looked online but there’s not really anywhere that I’d want to move to. Now if the universe could just see its way to send a shedful of money my way, we could look for somewhere to settle down… I live in hope :)

Take care, be safe, and have a good week.