Monday, monday

My mother doesn’t like mondays. “I wish I could die!” Mrs D. says: “She’s such a child!” I take the easy way: “If mondays didn’t exist, there wouldn’t be sundays (sunday is the day I take her to my place for the afternoon)!” “I don’t give a shit! Ah, life is NOT a quiet river, it is a river that stinks!” I have learned to pay no heed to this. When I think how it used to depress me!