Monday-Monday..so good to me..

Should have known it! Today was not going to be a good day, it’s that run of luck.
Woke up late , having fallen back to sleep. Being the conscientious employee, decide to do last nights washing up, feed the cats, change their litter tray and any other domestic chore you think of before departing to work.
As I bend down and tie my shoe laces, one breaks. Now the choices are change for boots available in the downstairs cupboard, going upstairs to seek out other shoes or try and tie what remains of the lace in typical lazy man style. It’s Monday, I am tired despite the extra time in bed and I really cannot be asked to go upstairs, so I choose the latter option (demonstrating membership of the typical man club, I hear you ladies say).
At work the day starts with our vital computer system going down , cheers all round, then boo’s, as it comes back online 10 minutes later.
Short staffed, you are keeping things ticking over nicely, when a colleague reminds you about a very boring meeting you had forgotten about and Outlook has not reminded you of. You endure an hour long session with colleagues listening to a less than exciting, or inspiring, ICT representative trying to coerce you into proactive taking on more work.

Tasked by my O/h with going to Post Office to send a letter Air Mail and paying a cheque into Bank for an embarrassingly minuscule amount.
The post Office was efficient and the letter cost less than I expected. However the Bank has changed beyond all recognition. Only one till open when I arrived, with a lengthy queue moaning about the fact that you cannot simply pay-in over the counter easily. There were several ATM paying in machines allowing deposits, but you need a card and our account is internet based, so no choice but to wait..
As I am on my lunch break, frustration builds at loosing time whilst the local help the aged population pay –in plastic bags of coins,. I then noticed a Business Banking queue hidden around the corner, so I quickly joined that. Only to find the woman infront of me, in a Holland & Barrett uniform, was banking what appeared to be a weeks takings.
Finally served, I make a brisk exit back down the High Street, avoiding the people conducting surveys and the Radio Wyvern ladies dressed as can-can dancers, to promote re-cycling.
I look at people to see if any colleagues are out and about, more importantly noticing the fine weather has changed dress mode, resulting in more ladies wearing rather less attire. Nothing more pleasant than a nice pair of legs!
Sadly those on display were either of Nora Batty variety or conversely still of school age lol .
Disappointed at the lack of eye candy, I look at the shops and notice that there’s a branch of La Senza in this sleepy rural town.
So that’s what the locals get up to!!!
No wonder, so many of them are living to a ripe old age. I thought I had stumbled on the inspiration for the film Cocoon when first starting work here. Now I think I have the answer, the oldies are all into the sexy undies, resulting in children at a rather advanced age, hence the absence of people in 20’s –40’s age range.
Previous explanations, that no one can afford the high property prices are just a ruse to throw people off the scent
Should’nt be surprised if there’s a strong swingers community, only in their case it would be literally due to the effects of gravity lol.

I now apologise cos we are all going to be old one day and hopefully still with a glint in the eye and a spring in the step, Mine will probably be a trampoline to get me over the kitchen step lol.

I have an Asthma Clinic appointment after work, nothing serious, just a six monthly check up that the prevention inhalers are still working. They run an appointment system but still you wait for nearly half hour to be seen.
Having suffered years of what I thought was just hay fever, I was diagnosed earlier this year and got put on an ‘Asthma Register’.
My image of Asthma sufferers dates back to when I was at school. The overweight boy with the NHS glasses that did not take part in school sports and lacked confidence, often bullied for being different. Now I know that it affects more of us than previously thought, including those who take exercise regularly.
Still we all have to die of something………………………. hope mine is having a good time.. lol.
Take care out there.