At the End of the Day ©
By Michael Casey
I hadn’t intended to write anything as it’s so
late, 23:40, I said to myself “it’s the end of the day” then that triggered
what I’m going to write now, so I’ve put Gerry Rafferty’s album on while I talk
to you, hope you like it.
At the end of the day what do you do? Me and my
small daughter have a ritual she comes and proffers her cheek and I kiss her
goodnight, she prefers it when I’ve shaved that day. It’s our end of day ritual,
it makes us both happy, one night could be the last night, so we both treasure
it. Either that or she’s practicing her acting, she’ll probably end up an actor,
the next Julie Walters.
Julie actually used to live ½ a mile up the
road from where we now live. When I was writing my first book, The Butcher The
Baker and The Undertaker I had Julie Walters in mind to play Mrs Murphy if ever
my book was filmed. At the end of the day that’s just a big big Hope.
At the end of the day you may count how much
cash you have left in your wallet or purse. Then you reach for the cash box you
keep under your bed, next to the chamber pot, and transfer money into your wife’s
purse. This is a nightly act of love, though you have to be careful not to
spill the chamber pot, garde de l’eau is
what the French used to say as they flung the contents of a chamber pot out
into the street below. Then once you have transferred money into your wife’s
purse so she can buy things for the family, she will thank you, by falling
asleep in the middle of the bed.
At the end of the day you may have a quiet
drink of hot chocolate, or an alcoholic drink to help you unwind. You may worry
about your job or your family, or the bills, or just hope that the little leak
in the bathroom does not become a big one. All kind of thoughts clutter your
head. Totoro the cat comes for a cuddle, cats like being stroked, you have to
be careful or she will spill your drink. Tototo hopes you’ll save some of your
drink for her, she can smell the warm milk.
At the end of the day you’ll rerun the spool of
film in your head which is your day, it could have gone better, but what
happened happened, no use crying over spilt milk. Totoro would rejoice if you
did spill some milk, she’d lap it all up. You sigh and give the cat the dregs
before putting your favourite dog mug in the sink, tomorrow’s another day.
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