I expect you’re all expecting me to shout “Friday at last!” but in fact I don’t feel that way at all. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t really settled into a work-oriented mindset yet. All the same, I am glad of the respite, despite the fact that we’ll have to do the laundry on Sunday.
Tigger was working a later shift today so we went in together. We decided to take the 43 bus to London Bridge and walk or bus on from there. We missed one and ran for a second. In London, because of the traffic, buses often clump together and arrive at short interval. Because we ran for the bus, we didn’t read the destination on the front and didn’t realize we would be chucked off at Moorgate.
Because another 43 had just gone through, ours wasn’t crowded and we easily found a seat and were able to travel in relative comfort. At Moorgate we caught a 133 which, having just come from the terminus, was also lightly loaded. We arrived early and sat in the canteen talking and doing sudoku until it was time to go to work.
The bright spot was lunchtime. We went round the corner to the cafe for our traditional Friday omelette. The cafe is run by an Italian couple and we have been going there for some time. When we go in on a Friday, it’s almost like visiting friends.
The afternoon passed much as the morning had passed and much as the other mornings and afternoons had passed. There is not much likelihood of change or excitement.
But it is the weekend, after all. We have a chance to forget work and do something else.