Tpm had a gruelling Friday, throughout incessant rain, the tablets 'got through'. There were no crisis points save the impossible parking situation  one found whilst delivering to West Kirby and Hoylake which try any one's patience but on a twice daily visit, ranquors beyond belief.

Drivers appear to believe that parking on yellow lines because they have a Disabled badge means they do not have to consider saftey issues, such as blocking a road off for access to emergency vehicles and the like. Then there are those who can't understand that loading bays are for just that, not for loading one's wife from the car to the hairdressers!! SELFISH is the word tpm will use here, although it hardly does justice to the mindless moronic drivers who put others in jeopardy to suit their own 'emergencies'.

Saturday passed by as Saturday does, home in time for lunch with another 50+ hours completed in the week, leaving tpm drained and stewed for the rest of the day.

Sunday, as per the norm, allows tpm to nestle under the duvet for an extra 5 hours in the morning, nothwithstanding that the body clock still stirs at the usual rising time, requiring numerous attempts at prolonging the sleep phase until a more acceptable hour.

Once the golden brown elixir has been taken, along with sustenance for the day ahead, it's time for the lengthy list of chores and housework to be attempted. The reader will note that there are numerous attempts made for respite, such as now when tpm is writing this instead of the chores-to-do list!! 

It is only two and half weeks before the venerable Mrs.TPM returns to assume her position as head of all she beholds. There will an abundance of myrth and merriment all round on that day, irrespective of the jet lag!