Tuesday Bluesday

Alarm went off at 5:45am....mine, not his. He woke me up by jabbing me in the neck with his elbow.

I asked him "is this a work day?"

"Yes" he replied.

"$¥¢¥€¢€¥" said I, as I got out of bed.

I went downstairs and made both our lunches, cleaned up, cleaned myself, did makeup, did hair, got dressed, packed my bag, grabbed my returns to take to post office at lunchtime, grabbed a cheque to take to bank at lunch time, ran to train station for the 0707 train.

He got up at 7:30am, had shower, got himself dressed and departed for work 15 mins later. I got home at 5pm to find his lunch still sitting in the kitchen where I left it (warmed up soup in flask and egg mayo rolls in the fridge).

Sigh.