Clean Bill of Health

It rained plenty last night and today. The sun didn't appear until about 4pm - very late for hereabouts.

I had a great nights sleep and felt much better. I picked Sarsha up for work and our conversation would have sounded odd to a bystander.

Mo "I feel much better today, how about you Sarsha?"

Sarsha "I'm still stuffed"

Mo "Really? That's great! I thought it was just my age. Last night, everything ached from my neck, shoulders, back, knees and even my elbows."

Sarsha "Your elbows ache? That's great! I thought my skin ailment had progressed into my bones!"

Mo (as we pull up to our next target) "I'm so pleased you're knackered"

Sarsha (as we walk happily into the next target) "I'm stoked about your elbows."

And then we had a great day - we were so relieved to know that we were not old/terminally ill, and that our ailments were all cleaning related, that we worked with gusto and enthusiasm. It did help that we were working with a builder who's tradesmen are always friendly and chatty. Their Kiwi reserve has lifted now and we felt more like part of a team, rather than the 'wifie's who clean'.

Spook had a long and messy day, so didn't want to come down for the wee pre-drink at Shannon and Steve's before we went to watch Kerry and her team win the basketball final. It was a sociable evening, but Spook was happy to stay home and speak to Uncle D on the phone. Meg stayed at Shannons to keep an eye on Will, their youngest and Finn supported the basketball.

grateful for:

enjoying work.

that Friday night feeling.