The personality of the week - Monday

6am Monday

Monday Morning was a devilish creature; miniature scaled wings flapped uncontrollably against it's obese body mass, flittering like dying moths and just as useless. It's piercing red eyes transmitted thoughts of danger and decay to anyone who dared to disturb it from it's sleep. As it rose, not unusually from the interruption of the beebing alarm clocks, it chilled the air around it's human adversaries by sucking it in through it's huge nostrils, making a sharp screech and exhaling it through is dried slobber encrusted mouth. This sudden coldness made it nigh on impossible for the enemy to even contemplate leaving the warmth of their beds to prepare for work. It would instantly strip them of any good memories of Friday, Saturday or Sunday, spitting the dreaded thoughts of the congested commute into their minds before poisoning them with a tired achiness worse than Saturday Morning's hangover.

For Kayliegh, this particular Monday Morning had brought with it the unwanted gift of a pile of cat sick placed neatly at the base of the bed where she slept, once she had managed to combat the freezing air around her, she had the unpleasant surprise of feeling the congealed mess between her toes.

Monday Morning completed it's deeds for the day successfully; amongst other tricks it managed to cause a tailback lasting over half an hour on the duel-carriageway, making Kayleigh nearly an hour late for work; fixed it so her boss would be standing at her desk as she entered; and arranged a sudden down poor during her only fag break during it's duty. It was time for Monday Afternoon to take the watch.

12 noon Monday

As Monday Morning's wings disappeared into it's rolls of fat it was clear that Monday Afternoon was going to be equally as gruesome. Although the spiked horns that adorned the skull of Monday Morning were slightly more worn, and the stench that wafted behind it was beginning to lessen, Monday Afternoon had the foul habit of drooling a sticky blue substance from it's mouth that tended to leave marks on everything it touched.

This rancid fluid managed to stick it's self to Kayleigh's phone, making it impossible for her to make a call to any potential client without being patronized, belittled or, at best, yelled at. Her only hope was that Monday Evening might have arranged some time off in order that she would be able to successfully arrange the date with Lewis that she had been looking forward to since the weekend.

6pm Monday

She was having no luck; Lewis wasn't answering any of her texts and Monday Evening was definitely on fine form. She had got home to find that the maroon coloured, flaky scaled monster had provided her with light entertainment in the form of a game of "search for the cat sick". Once she believed that she had finally won the challenge Tuffty came waltzing in and promptly spewed all over the clean washing. After ringing the vets and being told that an emergency appointment after 6 would cost her at least £90 she realized that she was unlikely to like the look of Monday Night this week and would probably be best just to get an early bath. This thought changed as she noticed Tuffty having difficulty lifting her head enough to drink from the water dish.

9pm Monday

Kayleigh had been sat in the vets for two hours watching the outcomes of Monday Evening's tricks on the other poor animal owners ahead of her in the queue. A dog with a large spike in it's paw had been eyeing up the five cats that sat cautiously on their owners laps. A few other animals, birds, reptiles and something that looked like a balding chinchilla, were being whispered kind nothings by their owners as they squawked, cooed or lay in silence waiting for a vet to tend to their causes.

Monday Night, Kayleigh hoped, might just be lenient on her after the success of it's brother's that day. Indeed, the monster housed within deep purple blistered skin did look kindly on her, or at least made nothing worse than it already was. Tuffty however, felt differently about the situation as she was prodded and poked in places she had believed private and finally injected with something that swapped the pain in her stomach for a burning sensation in her neck.

Monday Night's drive home was almost uneventful other than the constant and irritating mews from Tuffty's cat box. It hadn't intended on being so merciful to Kayleigh as it was though, it was more that it too had been affected by the scams played during the day.

Kayleigh was almost unaware that Monday had already began to morph itself into Tuesday as her car pulled into her designated space. Stumpy horns were being replaced by stubby ears and the vivid purple of it's skin was mellowing towards a peaceful lilac. The poisoning eyes that Monday Morning had initiated so much damage with were dulling down and beginning to look tired. Tuesday, it seemed, was doomed to be completely nonchalant about the Monday family's misdemeanours and even more so about the life that Kayleigh led.