  Made it to Wednesday - phew - and haven't lost my temper (too much) yet. I always feel I can heave a sigh of relief once we have hit Wednesday. It's all downhill to the weekend from here, it's "Hump Day". There's a lot to be said for vacation time in releasing the pressure built up inside. Just wish I had more that 4 weeks of this blissful stress release a year. Yeah I know the more years I put in the more time off I get. Heck Spider is at the max - 7 weeks a year - but that's with 29 years on the job too. Twenty-nine years, doing the same thing, day in, day out - I feel more than a little nauseous at the very idea.
What kind of person does the exact same thing for almost 3 decades? I think I would go stark staring mad. (Yes, I said "go" - I am not quite there yet). I woke up to the sounds of a thunderstorm, thunder rumbling (possibly even lightening too, but my eyes were closed)....and the rain ....I love the sound of the rain. I stood at the front door for a few minutes just watching the rain pouring down, running in torrents along the gutters.
There is something very romantic about pouring rain. Which is why my mind probably skipped to Maybe, imagining him stood there in front of me, soaked to the skin, moisture glistening off his face in the pitch black of night and looking entirely kissable, touchable...oooook my mind has definitely gone off on a tangent now...scratch the earlier sentence re the rain being romantic and change it to: There is something very erotic about a summer thunder storm. Phewwwwwy! Heading a little earlier than usual to the shower - have a good day all. 
