Being an only child for most of my life, I never thought I would get the chance to be an aunty. It's quite a feeling.

I am such a small group of friends person. I hate being in a big group and more importantly, I hate being expected to entertain. I hate it when I'm expected to constantly socialise, when sometimes, I just really need to spend the weekend slothing around and spending time with my guy.

I have a friend who is bored for most of the week and consequently sees me and my partner as a source of entertainment over the weekends. Except, I really hate that expectation. I really hate the inference on the phone when I say I wont be going, or when I say I've planned an outing with my guy without this friend. What is it they say, two is company, three is a crowd?

Don't get me wrong, this person is quite good company, but to be honest, they are not my best friend. I dont share my inner thoughts with them because I dont trust them not to use it against me later and I dont think they share with me. How can you share with someone who holds you at arms length? You just cant give up that much of your life for a person who yuo dont feel that close to, someone who may or may not feel closer to me than I do to them.

What's the word, I hate people who are irrational. I find it hard to understand. I just cant fathom it, it's hard to come to a clear conclusion on how to deal with such situations. I know I can get irrational, but I like to believe I dont subject others to it. Ok, so my guy gets it, but he's paid to and even if he cops it, it's not because I mean to, it's because I'm so frustrated that he's the only one I know will listen completely, without faulting.

So, what do I do? I just dont know. I'm torn between having simple fun with this friend, and being dragged into a friendship I never had a choice about going into. It's not that I dont have a choice, or never had a choice, but how doyou maintain a friend who holds you at arms length, but expects you to always be there? I'm confused, because this isnt the type of friendship I've ever known - does it exist? Am I making sense?

I finally got around to getting into that dreaded swimming suit and doing some laps in the indoor pool at my gym last night. It was fun! That weightless feeling you get when you float in the water, that feeling that even though you have worked hard, your body doesnt really feel fatigued.

I was also reminded just why I gave up swimming - to be hoenst, I just cant see. Without my glasses, I am vulnerbale, as blind as a bat! And last night, it was worse than I have ever remembered it being.

It was still fun. I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to feel light and free and young.

This came from a website, when searching for HUMP DAY origins. http://www.mindlesscrap.com/stumpme/stumpme4.htm

Q.: Why is Wednesday called hump day?

A.: I looked around for a trick answer, but there is any according to two of my trivia books. Since a typical week starts on Sunday (not Monday), Wednesday is the exact middle of the week. If you were to draw a curve, Wednesday would be the hump that everyone must get over to begin the downhill side of the week.

I am now fulfilled.

HUMP DAY -- “Random House Historical Dictionary of American Slang, Volume 1, H-O” by J.E. Lighter, Random House, New York, 1994, has several slang uses of the word “hump” in print going back to the 1800s. “Over the hump,” meaning beyond the midpoint or most difficult part was in print in 1914: "...Jackson & Hellyer, 'Vocab. 46: Hump...the half-way point in a prison sentence."

“Hump Day” -- “…the day that is at the midpoint in a given period of work; (often) Wednesday, the middle of the work week. Similarly, Hump Night. 1955 AS (American Speech) XXX 226: Hump Night…Wednesday night, which is over the hump of the week. (1977 Langone ‘Life at Bottom,’ 202: Some of the parties in midwinter, that’s when you’re over the hump. Hump Night, they called it, halfway home.’) …ca 1965 in DARE (Dictionary of American Regional English): Hump day was used by counselors at summer camp to mean Wednesday…”

I'm still not entirely convinced....

My little friend from El Paso has introduced me to a whole new world of HUMP DAY bloggers. What the hell is Hump Day? It's an American term, I gather, but where does it come from?

I am determined to get to the bottom of this - at some point - when I Don't have so much work on my hands!

Background --- A colleague at work had allowed me to try some of her hand cream, which I fell in love with. So, I worked out where I could purchase this cream from. Some snoobish-type place, I assumed. After getting lost, I finally found the place and to my shock, I don't think there was one snob in the entire place! I mean, this is your upmarket handcream, general smelly-girly store and I swear, I didn't feel at all looked down upon. I was amazed. Perhaps I shouldn't be, but I arrived in there with pre-conceived, misconceptions and they were unfounded.

That was my first surprise.

My second was after purchasing this mysterious and much-sought after hand cream, I ran into this asian tourist who, for some odd reason, wanted me to take a picture of him in front of this garrish building from inside the building - go figure! He entrusted me with his lovely NEW, tiny digital camera and thanked me profusely for taking the picture. Go figure.

That was my second surprise - I was amazed and amused.

My third and final surprise. Getting on the tram after getting the non-snobbish hand cream and taking a photo of the unknowing and lacking in taste asian tourist, I was confronted with this older gentleman, probably in his 60s to 70s. As there were no places to sit, I stood holding onto the pole. This chap puts his arm around me and says in his lovely Greek voice, "LOve, you should sit down!". The ironic thing is, five seconds before he opened his mouth, but had he arm around me, I was going to all but deck him. Well, I was going to remove his arm from my back and move away. Amazing how some people's reactions come about. The nicest thing was, in all my 5'7 height and the weight I am, he still called me Love and he was still gentlemanly enough to offer me a seat, because well, because! Nice people like that just arent common anymore.

So, that was my day and it's only 1pm!

Also, whilst shopping for snobbish handcreams, I discovered a Nandos, 2 blocks away from my work! I'm in love! I'm sooooo in love!