The week

For me, Monday starts off quite dark but gradually turns several shades lighter. Sort of pink really. When I realise that the week ahead is fairly empty of pressing engagements. But it's my 500 calorie day, so no muesli or porridge. Perhaps an orange.

Tuesday remains fairly monochrome. Domestic chores, things to buy, phone calls to make and maybe a lecture at our local worthy institute to go to.

Wednesday is orange. The pace hots up. Have to be up and dressed. Lovely Brazilian cleaner arrives punctually and then I depart for T'ai Chi which is very therapeutic and quite liberating for body and soul, followed by an afternoon of bridge.

Thursday is sort of azure when I suddenly realise that the diary is crammed. We are going to the theatre or to friends. Out for a meal or to see a film.

Friday is a deeper shade of blue when the weekend hoves into view. If it's London, there may be grandchildren to ferry around after school. If it's France, it's market day in Etaples. Always fun, rarely good value but sometimes the most amazing 5 Eu necklace, which elicits ooohs and aaahs when worn back home with a slinky black dress to some social function.

Saturday is a warm shade of beige. Maybe a walk in the woods. Perhaps with children. Kenwood is always a good bet and one might bump into familiar faces and end up with a cup of coffee outside in the open air.

Sunday is all the colours of the rainbow. Maybe children, maybe grandchildren, maybe an exhibition in town with the joy of being able to drive in and park. Maybe lunch out. In fact almost certainlly lunch out. Who wants to spend the morning cooking? As for the timer setting on my oven, I don't have the courage to trust it to perform.

A good week really.