Moanday Morning

Good morning, and indeed a good day to you my fellow rabble-rousers. Well I'm afraid yet another weekend has slipped through our clutches. (really not sure about that saying. It always sounds a bit rude. "Well I slipped through her clutches! Know what I mean ay! *nudge nudge*, * wink wink*, say no more!" Although maybe that's just my mucky mind at work again.) Sorry, where was I? . . . Ah yes! 'clutches'. Yes, once again the sands time of another weekend, have slipped through our fingers, leaving us to face yet another Monday for which we feel ill-prepared for.

I'm pretty sure, even if we knew exactly what we were going to be doing on any given Monday, and planned it down to a finite amount of detail, we would still arise on a Monday morning with that slight feeling of dread, and insecurity that seems to come with the dawning of the day in question. Even though history tells us that it will pass quickly, and relatively painlessly, we know that we can never truly trust a Monday to not suddenly turn round and bite us on the arse. Like a much loved family dog, whom has been nought but friendly and well mannered all of it's life, but of which, we are still aware has inside it's mouth a set of sharp fangs which at any given moment it could use on us, should it just flip out for a split second, if we accidentally took it by surprise.

Still, face it we must.

So once again dear friends, it is time we perform the perilous high-dive from the rocky outcrop of Sunday night into the deep waters of Monday morning. Not really knowing what awaits us as we hit the water. Although we can at least take heart in the knowledge that today, and indeed the rest of this coming week, does also come with the promise of some much needed Spring sunshine. A fact that will give us all that extra little boost we need to make it through the week of challenges ahead.

So keep smiling, keep on the the sunny side, and keep on keeping on.