Absolutely Brilliant

You know what is absolutely bloody brilliant? Leaving everything until the last minute.
Before returning to work on Monday (just two thousand two hundred and eighty minutes away), I must -

• plan and resource all the lessons I will be teaching next week
• tidy and clean the whole house so I don't have to return home from work to it's mankyness
• wrap Dave's Father's Day presents and write his card
• wrap my Dad's Father's Day present and write his card
• update Boo's baby book, which has been left achievement/photograph-less for about five months
• write out the Christening thank you cards that have only needed doing since the fifteenth of April
• clean out my horrendously untidy car (I cannot face all those old crisp packets when I have to get in it at stupid-o'clock on Monday morning)
• mow both lawns before I loose The Poop to a particularly determined and stealthy lasso of clover
• practise my "you are such a deserving winner" face in the mirror prior to next Friday's Brilliance in Blogging awards.

Leaving everything until the last minute adds an unprecedented twist of exhilaration to making your way through an extensive list of jobs which must, as a result, be done in a mad rush peppered with sizeable episodes of blind panic. What makes days like today so much more special is being, at all times, completely safe in the knowledge that it didn't have to be like this, and that I have had plenty of time to have completed all these jobs at my leisure. These occasions always makes me feel so excited and brimful with the sweetest joyful thoughts, that I find myself incapable of shaking the burning desire to share each second of my delighted ecstacy with every living thing that crosses my fraught, anxious path. If you don't me want to shout at you today - don't talk to me, don't offer me anything, don't phone me, don't text me, don't smile at me and most certainly DO NOT TELL ME IT IS "NOT THAT BAD".



IT IS THAT BAD.
THIS. IS. PROPER. DEAD. R-U-B-B-I-S-H.

And because it is so rubbish, all my stress has manifested itself on that one susceptible spot which has remained happy and blemish free all of the last nine months.
And as an added bonus of magicalness, that spot is right in the middle of my face.

The early rustles of a cold sore.
Absolutely brilliant.