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Weekend Blues.

Saturday morning. I had just finished eating my breakfast when suddenly my kitchen was full of Fairies. I could get no answers from them as they all spoke together and I could not understand what it was all about. I shouted in my loudest voice, “Silence.” This had the desired effect it was suddenly so still that one could have heard the proverbial pin drop. “What brings you all here today it is Saturday and you should be off doing the things that you all like doing on the weekends. “That is our problem we have nothing to do and we are bored can you help us?”

I thought for a few minutes and had a very weak idea but it was worth putting it to the Fairies. Why not go out and clean up the woods and Fairyland from all of the rubbish that has been thrown away or blown onto the Heath by strong winds. I have some sacks that you can use to collect paper and old tins. If there is anything too heavy come to me and I will see that it is moved. From my gardening shed I took some of the large yellow rubbish sacks and gave a sack to each four Fairies. When I had given out six such sacks I stood and watched as twenty four fairies went out into the woods to clean away all of the old junk.

I did not expect them back for a while the Heath is a very large area and there always seems to be much rubbish in the way of newspapers, beer tins, old car tyres and batteries and not unusual many women’s undergarments. Later that afternoon the fairies returned with sack after sack of rubbish. It was neatly placed against my garden wall. The next day Sunday again the fairies have invaded my kitchen. I must admit I did not know what to give them to do to pass away the day.

I heard myself saying, “Of course last Sunday you cleaned up the Heath at Dartford today you might as well clean this my house from top to bottom.” The Fairies thought that it was a wonderful idea and I found myself giving out buckets, floor cloths, brooms, dustpans and brushes in fact when all had something in their hands I watched as they spread through the house. I turned on the radio so they could listen to music and left them to it. I walked into Fairyland. On Sundays one only sees the occasional wild animal or birds. No fairies were to be seen not Pixies or Trolls they were probably still fast asleep. After my walk I went home to prepare my Sunday Lunch.
The fairies were still very busy and I realised that they had taken my words seriously and were giving the complete house from attic to cellar a really good spring clean. While my dinner was cooking I poured out many drinks of lemonade and arranged plates of ginger snaps for the Fairies to refresh themselves. Right through until five o’clock they cleaned and polished and I must admit my house had not been looking so clean and tidy for a very long time.

Later all were in my large kitchen drinking and eating ginger snaps and I spoke about the coming weekend. Why not hold a sporting event. You could make up two teams and play at tug o war or Flying Races, to see who is the fastest to fly one hundred meters. Or even better who is the fastest using their legs to run a hundred meters. Egg and spoon races could help to pass the time away or even a sack race when you do not know how to pass a Sunday away. I was asked what I do to pass away the weekend blues. I told them that I would cuddle in my old armchair and read a good book or of my sleeping in my old wheelbarrow with its two soft cushions. Sometimes I listened to what the birds have to say. Birds are always talking if one bothers to listen. You could all carry a small notebook with you and write down the names of all the butterflies flying around in Fairyland. There are so many things one can do to get rid of the weekend blues Why do you not take an example from the ants they are always busy right through the year one never hears of them getting depressed with the weekend blues. Bern