Sunday

I usually finish a night shift around 8 am

I was still at work at 9.30 and eventually left around 9.45

It was 10.45 when I eventually got in.

I miss tea and sympathy sometimes

And got home to full litter trays and kitchen wee puddles.

No one’s fault today. 

I walked the dogs, cleaned up 

My foot was wet , Roger has chewed a hole in my crocs 

And I  debated lighting the fire, but we all went to bed instead

Organic Welsh terrier hot water bottles 

And a cat devoid of purrs

Just one message this afternoon

My colleague from last night,

A first time we had worked together

And a thank you for a “ near perfect” shift

That was kind.

I woke around 4 pm

It’s gloomy and raining hard

And Sunday’s are often sad single days of the week.

I went on line but no friends were around to chat to

It’s 6 pm now and the cottage remains glum

Like the back of my Ikea vase