I’m not normally given to writing posts about how amazing it is that it’s Friday – we all know that Fridays are brilliant and should be worshipped like the Gods that they are. But today I’m making an exception because I could not be more pleased that Friday is finally here.
This week has been strange to say the least. It has been characterised by intense highs, followed by crashing lows. I don’t think I’ve been on an emotional binge like it in quite some time.
Work has been pretty horrible, I found out that I’m probably going to be made redundant in May, I’m generally not happy there and have just felt drained by it constantly at the moment.
My home life has been plagued this week also with a few things going wrong that have caused me extra expense, stress and anxiety.
But in stark contrast to this I’ve had some amazing things happen to me thanks to you lovely people. When I wrote that post a week ago I didn’t expect my inbox to get quite so many e-mails offering me help. I had offers of clothes, offers of food, offers of aida, even the Crown Prince of Nigeria got in touch to say he had some money to send my way if I could help him out with some business...no. wait. That might have been spam.
If I was poet I would say that they were like spangly bits of sunshine in an otherwise rainy, stormy day, or that they were like a spoonful of sugar in the bitter coffee of life. But then I’d realise that I was a really crap poet and I’d settle for saying that they were just really nice things that happened, that made me smile and made me remember that life wasn’t a complete slimeball of grease and nasty stuff.
Like Heather who has introduced me to the delights of Graze.com and possibly sparked an obsession which could lead me into further financial ruin were I to succumb to the temptation of getting a weekly box delivered to work (instead I’m thinking maybe a once a month treat).
Or agirlinwinter who has made sure that my resolution to make a Christmas card each month is well and truly back on track for this year and probably in 2012 should I wish to go for it.
Or Her Royal Highness The Lady Mooncalf who has ensured the arrival of (amongst other things) skinny jeans into my life, meaning I’m only several years too late joining a fashion trend.
My moods might have swung like Tarzan over the past week but I every low has made me appreciate every high a little bit more.
Having said that, my goodness am I glad this week is over. Hopefully that’s an end to the extremes, I’d rather just have a level playing field from now on please.
Plus. There’s only one week left to pay day. I might be limping there like the poor child who gets their feet taffled up together in the egg and spoon race and arrives at the red tape sniffling and snuffling and snotting all over the place, but I’ll get there nonetheless.