Menopausal Monday #13

#possiblerantalert

Ok, it WAS yesterday. But it is surely Monday somewhere on a parallel universe. As I grow further into menopause, I feel this working full time malarky is getting less bearable. I grow more tired of this routine and frustrated by what more pleasurable things I could be doing with my time. (Bloody bills that need to be paid.

They are Mondays after all: that dreaded, countdown starter, moody first days of our weeks. Monday is a also an office anchor day for me. And normally I don’t really mind it, but yesterday it felt heavy. Tried adding the post at lunch time but felt I had to keep a colleague company, she needed the shoulder. It is our duty must support our fellow sisters.

Looking forward to our British holiday trip to Kessingland this half term. Quality time with the family (I can only hope there won’t be any generational arguments). Only had two so far and they were quite enjoyable: Naze Marine (Essex) and Trecco Bay (Wales). Sometimes it is good to just stay away and have some down time away from home. A new atmosphere, new smells, a new landscape can be really revigorating. It will also be good to catch up with my personal emails, and with some reading (and writing). I think we all need that chilling time and it should keep me out of menopausal trouble until our next trip, to Portugal. Hopefully the storms will have passed by then. We booked the flights end of last year. I expect the trip to bring a mix of emotions. I am happy to spend time with my parents but will be sad to see the trail of destruction left everywhere by the recent array of natural catastrophes.

Last time I went was end of September was the first weekend of September last year, the fateful funicular accident in Lisbon, for my annual bestie get together. And although we did not go to Lisbon (only visited my parents, half an hour from there), I was still very sad to hear about it. I followed the news for at least a week everyday, until there was no new development, only speculation.

I was born in Lisbon, hovered around, worked and lived there for just over twenty years (as many as I’ve been in the UK for, funnily enough). So the news came as a bit of an emotional shock to me. The lives lost, the freaky way it happened and how uncontrollable events of this nature are. It could not have been avoided. But the regular mechanics maintenance should be deemed as good practise, for the lives it transported everyday. Common sense seems to be getting scarcer and scarcer…