I think I've mentioned before, my love of Sunday trading. The short day, the relaxed atmosphere. But mostly, because the people I work with are a delight on Sunday. Not that the raucous weekdays are a chore, yet I think we smile more, when we get paid a full day for the inconvenience.
Anyway, my regular and so far unmentioned, Sunday partner in crime, has left to bring forth a girl child. After spending the last couple of months resembling a snake that has swallowed a deer, (The lack of extra weight was quite annoying when compared with the, ' Ate the Pie Shop' look, I sport during breeding.) and with only a week to go, she has finally gone on maternity leave.With much sadness and a little relief on both sides, we bid her farewell.
The final month of any pregnancy is a hard going, but even more so, when your colleagues keep sticking things on your bump and calling it 'Sid'. Highly strung and excitable, we really worked ourselves into a frenzy, especially Miss Marple. Who, last week, threw a customers entire choice of purchases back at her, when our soon to be Mum squealed excitedly. As it turned out, she had found bin bags in the cupboard.
Ah, the things that make you happy when you are pregnant!
So, whilst we mark the hours until the results of the 'Guess the Weight' sweep stake, texting her with alternative and deeply inappropriate names for her new arrival, we wish her well.
Good luck and our deepest love. X
