“Clive needs you to do this on Saturday,” she said.
“But…” I paused. I didn’t work on Saturdays. It was painful, hearing this. It felt like I was back in the army again, unexpectedly being recalled back for duty.
Then suddenly, without much thought, I told her, “No, he doesn’t.”
And I got up from my bed, a big smile on my face, thinking how great it was that today’s Labour Day. Happy Labour Day everyone!
