98 years old and STILL taking one week at a time

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From Valentine’s Day to last Friday was a period of almost unparalleled mental anguish for me as I tried to cope with the various demands of the week.

Valentine’s Day was the last day of Marriage Week, which ran from February 7-14.

For all its noble motives of encouraging happy marriages, I had been somewhat suspicious of this from the start as the period it ran was eight days long and a Week, in my opinion, has no right to run for eight days.

By the time Valentine’s Day arrived, I had therefore done nothing about Marriage Week and was then somewhat distressed to find that February 14 was Thinking About Sex Day.

The subject of sex before marriage is difficult enough, but now I was being asked to think about both of them on the same day.

Furthermore, February 14 was the first day of National Nest Box Week, which like Marriage Week had the temerity to run for eight days.

I know that Chaucer wrote that February 14 was the day birds chose their mates, but as if it wasn’t bad enough to have them picking a mate and thinking about sex and marriage all on the same day, we were now being asked to act as their estate agents and set up nest boxes for them.

Furthermore, February 14 was the last day of Children of Alcoholics Week which left me worrying about the prospect of alcoholic birds choosing mates, having sex, laying eggs and then being in too much of a drunken stupor to look after their children.

Were these, I asked myself, the sort of birds I wanted living in my nest box?

Then I noticed that Sunday February 15 was the final day of Go Green Week, which did, for once, have to decency to last exactly seven days.

Taking its message to heart, I found a tin of green paint and painted the nest box which I had left for the birds.

Since I had wedged the box in an evergreen tree, however, the nest box was now perfectly camouflaged and I doubted that the poor birds would be able to find it, even if the smell of paint did not put them off the whole idea of sex and marriage and setting up home.

Fortunately, Monday was the start of Chip Week, so I spent the morning making ample supplies of triple cooked chips to feed all at Beachcomber Towers with enough left over to lay a trail of chips for the birds leading to their new nest box.

The wholesome chips might even help the drunken birds sober up, I thought.

All this made me spend most of Tuesday keeping an eye on my chip trails, trying to spot alcoholic birds and chase them away, which I found to be such a worrying occupation that I was rather relieved to find that Wednesday was University Mental Health and Wellbeing Day.

Apparently the idea behind this is to get people in higher educational institutions involved in ensuring the mental health and well being of students and staff.

What with sex, marriage, green paint, chips and nest boxes to worry about, the danger of mental stress is all around us, even if we do take life a week at a time.

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