Conquering the beast!

Each day of the week has its particular associations and creates its own reaction as I surface from a dream world to reality and one eye opens to confirm that the alarm has not mistook itself but it really is that time in the morning. Sunday means church, reading the papers, visiting family and friends, going for a walk, watching TV, comfortable things. Monday – I’ll pass on Monday we all know what Mondays mean. Tuesday – a good day for getting on with things when I am still fresh into the week. Wednesday – half way to the weekend still time to get things done, or go to the coffee shop then get things done. Thursday just time to reassess progress with tasks on the list and enjoy a good work out at choir practice. Friday – a good or a bad day depending how the rest of the week and that list have gone.

Finally there is Saturday and the day when, with monotonous regularity, a normally benign, nay welcoming cuddly friend transforms itself into an uncontrollable beast, a writhing, wriggling, rearing, malevolent mass which threatens to envelope me.

Each Saturday, after gaining strength from a good breakfast and a strong coffee, I gather together the necessary equipment from the cupboard and enter the arena. The stripping down stage is accomplished fairly successfully and with everything still more or less under control I maneuver into position. I lay the crisp new cover out, locate the opening and, before it knows what I am about, I grab the two ends of the dormant, puffy king-sized duvet and thrust them into this usually inadequately sized entrance. Then the struggle begins. It is a race against time whether I can tame and incarcerate the beast before I am overcome with exhaustion and lose my way inside the cover with an armful of puff and a face full of feathers.

On a good day it is with a sense of triumph and satisfaction that I do up the final button and lay the beast to rest on the bed for another week. On a bad day I need another coffee and consider whether or not blankets had something going for them after all.

Have you a day in the week that harbours its own beast?