Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me.
Was what Mama Cass sang back in the 70's but for me this Monday was a day of both good and bad.
Bad that it was now not the weekend and I had some work to do but it's getting better in that my brain has now started to get back closer to normal. Well as normal as I could ever be! And today I needed to put my design head on so that I could work out the colour scheme for a restaurant we are in the middle of creating for a new client. Now it was about 4 months or so ago that we did the original designs so I had to get back "into the groove" so that I could decide on what colour to use where and how to design the bar area in detail.
I didn't do too bad in the task but wasn't totally sure so decided to put it aside for a while after working on it for the morning and then would take another look later on before sending my ideas off to the team later.
Now that work had taken me all of the morning and into the early afternoon without a break for lunch. I needed to pop into town in the afternoon to buy a few essentials and help T choose a top for the wedding we have in a couple of weeks so we popped across the road to the village centre for a quick bite to eat before getting on our way.
The trip out was successful and T was happy with her purchases and we were soon home and I thought, good, enough time to finish off the design before our evening meal. So I took myself upstairs into the spare bedroom to sit at the computer to make my final choices.
However, after a few ums and ahs trying to decide I felt that telltale feeling of an impending stoma bag leak and yep, my bag had decided to only not even last 48 hours before giving up on me. Bum, bum, bum! Now I wanted to be chilled so I decided that I would allow myself the luxury of a soak in the bath before putting a new bag on. Oh the pleasure, a few minutes without a plastic bag being stuck to your stomach is heaven. And being able to soak away the residue adhesive without much effort was wonderful. Fresh air against the skin. A joy.
And so I had been able to turn the nightmare of a sudden leak from my bag into a good experience. Sadly the washing pile was now getting bigger again but that's life now for me and my bags!
New bag attached I just put on my dressing gown to go downstairs to eat a wonderful veggie spag bol that T had created as we watch the final episodes of Band of Brothers.
Finished eating but it was now late so the final design work would have to wait for the morning.
Hugs to you all out there in Macmillanland
Andrew xx
