Personalities of the Week - Thursday

6am Thursday

Thursday Morning could only be described as a blob of green gloop. It had few features that could be distinguished from its slushy mush of a figure, in fact, if its dark fly like eyes weren't so visible, it could easily be mistaken for a smudge of mucus coughed up by a 20 a day smoker. As usual its first task was to undo any of the bizarre tricks that Wednesday Night had mistakenly played on the humans that The Week had chosen to pester. You might think it difficult for a mass of phlegm to replace keys back in drawers and high on shelves, or to unstick bluetacked spoons, but its ability for telekinesis far outweighed its struggles in dexterity. After replacing the springs in both sofas it slopped towards Kayleigh as she slept and waited for her alarm to ring.

Kayleigh, blissfully unaware of the presence of Thursday Morning, flicked the alarm clock back to snooze before waking up with a jump. Her phone, which she was convinced she had just heard buzzing, was no longer in its usual bedside position. Frantically moving through the house as she followed the sound of the vibrating alert, she glanced over at the place where Wednesday Night had so artistically arranged the spoons. They had been moved again, if, she thought, they had ever been there in the first place. This confusion and the sound of the postman flicking letters through her letterbox were enough of a distraction for Thursday Morning to ensure that Tuffty nudged the phone out of the window. If anyone had filmed its jump, they may have been able to catch the message that had caused the vibration; "Hi! Its Lewis. U free 2nite? Wud love 2 meet up again. x" As the phone hit the concrete below the block of flats the screen crackled, cracked and finally the words disappeared into the ether of cyber talk.

Lewis, having put the keys and springs incidents down to working too hard, lay on his silk covered double bed and stared at the television screen on his ceiling, phone in hand. Thursday Morning had no reason to bother him, he was not, after all, the main character in The Week's plans, he was simply a side show which had distracted the other days from the main events. Thursday, was not into side shows, he was after the star.

12 Noon Thursday

After an acceptable start to the day; completely obliterating any future contact between Kayleigh and Lewis and ensuring, by way of a totally unnecessary telephone call from an almost suicidal client, that Kayleigh was feeling quite down about the world, Thursday Morning started it's morphing towards the gaseous being of Thursday Afternoon. If looks were at all related to cleverness, Thursday would have been thought of as pretty dim, however, in this story at least, they are not. Thursday Afternoon is probably the wisest time of the week. It's omnipresence in it's gassy form combined with it's abilities in mind manipulation, telekinesis and a hobby of chess playing, made it a good candidate for Mensa and it's mastery of irritating humans was second only to the evil tricks of the devilish Monday Morning.

It is also probably the least handsome; the gooey Thursday Morning morphed ambiguously into a flourish of effervescence, it's molecules indistinguishable, not only from each other, but also the world about it. Perhaps it was this power of complete invisibility, human's only aware of it's existence if they stumbled upon it's name on a calendar, that gave it's omnipresence.

In it's wise way it too left Lewis alone, and in fact, did little to irritate Kayleigh until her drive home. She had known that the car needed a service and it wasn't a lack of money that had stopped this from happening, it was a lack of time, or at least, a lack of time that Kayleigh could face without her beloved Beetle. True, it was an old car; she should have spent her birthday money from Uncle Sean on the car maintenance course as he had suggested. That, however, would not have stopped Thursday Afternoon tampering slyly with the radiator to ensure that Kayleigh would, from this moment on, be one of those irritated and irritating people who can drive, just don't own a car, and consequently thieve lifts whenever they can.

6pm Thursday

Thursday Evening, slightly more visible in it's lime green misty haze, watched in awe as Kayleigh stood, drenched by the rain that it had decided sneakily to add to the predicament, looking sullenly at her smoking car.

It is an actual and quantifiable fact that breakdowns, especially those involving people who do not keep umbrellas in their car will happen in the rain.

For nearly two hours now she had been stuck waiting for the pick up truck to tow her beautiful VW Beetle to the nearest garage, where she hoped, after some prodding and poking, all would be well again. She had broken down on the bridge over the A5. She toyed endlessly with the idea of walking, or rather slipping, down the embankment to the shelter of the pathway next to the duel carriageway. Each time she had convinced herself that they would only be a matter of minutes, and that by the time she had got down there she would have to run back up, which would be hard in heels, to catch them before they passed. By this time, she had calculated that it would take about 30 seconds to get down if she slid all the way, and by a method of mathematics she was unsure of, she had decided it would take about 4 minutes to get back up.

Lewis, (for it is only right that you know what he is up to despite Thursday's ignorance) had also been caught in the rain and at the present time was a matter of meters away from Kayleigh, waiting for the shower to pass under the bridge that she stood above.

10pm Thursday

Tuffty mewed with empathy as a bedraggled and carless Kayleigh stumbled through the door of her flat. Although all she wanted was a hot bath and a warm bed, Kayleigh, perhaps more through habit than devotion, headed for the cupboard with the cat food in and shuffled out the last remaining kitty-bits into the bowl.

Thanking God, Buda and anyone or thing else that was listening that tomorrow was Friday she settled down for the night, begrudgingly remembering to change the alarm to 5:30 so she would be on time to catch the train in to work.