Sundays
Sundays seem so perfectly timed for me. However at this point in my life i am so worn down that I fail to appreciate it.
The day seems built up by units of time. The most important being able to fit a cup of tea in in the morning before I go to work.
Then I get ready and make myself look presentable, most of which i do with my eyes closed like a zombie.
Then I read postsecret and drink my lovely cup of tea. It is a moment of calm in an otherwise chaotic world i think. I look forward to postsecret sunday.
Then I go to work and as it is a sunday I usually get put on my permanent ward, knapp. I love this because its small and makes the time go quicker. Then I get the bus home. The first bus is usually waiting outside as soon as I leave so I dont have to wait for one in the rain. (It's like that advert with the beer where everyones needs are catered for) Then when I get into town the E bus is just pulling up so I get straight on that and am home in about an hour.
Then I spend ten mins giving my cats a cuddle and feeding them and then i'll spend the rest of the afternoon finishing a book or writing something.
I used to love sundays, but at the moment I come home and just need to SLEEP ._. I hope im not getting ill.
I had a good birthday, which I will post pictures of later. Here's one of my sisters bday present.
