Collecting a parcel from Royal Mail the other day I noticed a poster that was somewhat out of place. It was advertising the fact that they were open late on Wednesdays until 8pm and basically that was all it said on the poster. The trouble was the design in that the message was spelled out in neon sign letters on a brick wall backdrop. Nothing wrong with that you might think only rather than informing the public that you can send a recorded letter later on a Wednesday it looked more like a kebab shop letting us know we could still get our takeaway later during the week. Have we become desensitized to simple words on paper that we will not look unless they are accompanied by flashing lights and a few whistles. I was waiting in a queue with nothing else to do so would happily read any messages you displayed no matter how plainly presented they were.
   This week is dragging now, possibly knowing the extra shift on Friday night is going to make it longer is not helping as is the lack of sleep - one of those horrible moments at work the other night when I actually nodded off during a quiet spell for a minute before my head nodding forward woke myself up. That's one of the main reasons why I prefer to be busy all the time rather than this week where everything can happen at once then calm down for half an hour. Hopefully, as well, I might find room in bed in the morning as opposed to squeezing myself into the whatever space has been left. This morning for instance Alison had somehow propped herself up in one corner of the bed using every pillow and Bethany was laid across perpendicular to her allowing me a narrow strip at the edge up against the bedside table whilst getting kicked in the back each time Bethany moved her feet and making do with a cushion instead of a pillow. Just as I was managing to nod off I was brought round by Bethany, now fully awake, climbing over me to play with the toys she'd found on the bedside table. Opening my eyes I saw her waving my Nectar card and a ten pound note with everything else on the floor save my glasses which had disappeared. Thankfully Alison found them under the table just outside the radius of my blindly waving arm.