Blue Monday blues

Blue Monday

Apparently either a total myth or absolutely the worst day of the year, Blue Monday isn't due until week three, January. Anyway, things started badly as BLISS managed to get me a Dr's appointment. She did it in my best interests, I understand that. But I had a perfectly good appointment next Monday. During those seven days it could get better, so I wouldn't have to go, or I could fall under a bus, and not have to go, or win the Lottery, and still have to go, but to a private doctor. In Barbados.

So, first day back to work (bad) – check.

End with that waiting room / doctor's visit / possible wait for the prescription in the chemists (bad) – check.

Doctor is the spitting image of a young Montgomery Burns (mildly amusing but no real compensation) – check.

Then my mum decides to play up. There's two differing views on this. BLISS' and mine. Now, in every respect, BLISS is a much better person than I am:

She can do that 'rise above it' thing.

My approach is do undo others before they do undo you (before they even think of doing it, if possible).

She's patient, and good with people.

I'm way too easily bored for patience, or people (present company excluded, obviously).

She's understanding, and takes each case on it's merits.

I understand up to the pont where things start going round in circles or take up too much time, then suffer headaches and the overwhelming need to make good my escape.

I have a Camel's back, cumulative way with crap. For example, three, four, five people will drive at me with their beams on, and I'll flash mine, they'll dip theirs, and we'll all carry on. Then the sixth one comes along, gets the built-up road rage the first few have loaded me up with, my beams go on and now stay on, no matter what (Cobblers to the lot of you syndrome). Inside the M25, I don't indicate. Given out wrongly, once, against a team prone to loud and excited appeals, I'll now shout for anything against them, no matter how ridiculous, without embarrassment, if for no other reason than to cheese them off and get under their skin. The kid's football ethos, rightly, is to encourage your own team, and keep it zipped on everything else. My ethos, rightly or wrongly, was to do the ethos thing, unless the opposition wasn't following the code, in which case I pitch things as ethos minus opponents lack of ethos minus one.

So BLISS' take on it is that my mum's ill, fell over (which she couldn't help), caused havoc in A&E because she's ill. BLISS and DLL were with her from noon until ten o'clock, then had to go back to coax her into taking some sedatives half an hour later.

My take is altogether different.