Now, this is going to sound mad, but Friday afternoons have always given me the blues.
Especially in later months of the year.
Forget your Rainy Days & Mondays, it’s late Friday’s that can cut you to the quick.
Certainly for me anyway….
Now, I can’t be the only one to have had Games on the last two lessons at school. Hockey, especially, was a killer, shivering on a lonely field, looking forlornly at the A10 in the distance.
And guess when it was…? Yes, a Friday.
When it was time to go to work at that all-important, high-flying job, the Friday afternoon upgraded to suicide level….
Then the kids, instead of being joyful at a weekend without playgroups and school, were fretful and impossible at this particular witching hour…
Though I have to say, prospective weekends didn’t do much for me either, at their age.
These darkening afternoons are grim, but it’s not like
I just sit there. I have several distractions:
But the diary entries remain the same…
I’ve got that SAD thing, haven’t I?! I didn’t know that was real !! I’ve only read about it dimly. (Dimly – gettit?).