The weekend at last!
You can tell it's the last working day in the week (for office workers that is!) - even the receptionist has a "real" smile for you when head past her, not those false ones which just come on like a light controlled with a flick of a switch, a real wide happy smile that actually causes you to notice the hidden creases of eye make-up concealing the wrinkles. You are even invited to hear what the weekend has in store - I'm certain some people have given in to making up stuff just to keep the yarn reeling! You know something, this is one labourious small-talk - how many times can one plan and replan what their weekend is to be about? Sometimes I am tempted to tell persons whenever I get asked what I'm doing for the weekend every Friday dawning, that I'm flying to Mars, just to check they actually care to note the answer.
The choice of what to do at weekends is not very wide given the domestic set up I have which has not changed since I last checked into the maternity ward and came back with real life presents that carry on growing and their demands reflecting each stage they are at. They are also not refundable and can be very selfish at the very least though this is one of the surprises that grows on you. Which makes me ask: can one sue the condom manufacturers if conception occurs? I mean it's not like you can get hold of a child/baby and take it to the company that manufactured it, telling them the child is due to a failure of their product to work as it was supposed to even if the percentage is sighted as being minute! Picture what their customer care bay will look like!
I've taken this coffee break just in time to just return to the desk to clear up and head on home...