It Worked

It was a perfect day today, crisp and clear (unlike yesterday which, as you can see in this pic, was cold, grey and misty) (my photos are usually a day late).

So this morning we had Mother's Day celebrations all round. My Mom. Mrs M's Mom. And of course Mrs M herself (now that we've got Miss L living with us).

By afternoon time it was the perfect day just to chill out, soak up the winter sunshine with some cool lounge music vibing in the background. Not a fck. BPG was in his office working his butt off. And I'm so pleased I did.

I recently realised that the one foolproof surefire way for me to get depressed is to contemplate my dire financial situation and my struggle to get on top of my work. I remember thinking at the time: I wish there was something I could focus on equally and be always guaranteed a lift. Well there is: DO THE FRIGGIN' WORK! Gauranteed High afterwards.

I never liked Maggie Thatcher, silly old bat, but this quote by her rung very true for me today:

"Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It’s not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it’s a day when you’ve had everything to do, and you’ve done it." ~ Margaret Thatcher ~