I always find this week very confusing.
It’s a sort of no man’s land between Christmas and the New Year; between the old year and the new.
In the bad old days when I worked I always took this week off, as do most people, and that adds to the confusion. Everyone is on holidays but the shops are still open which comes across as a bit of a paradox.
Then there is a lot of talk about the new year so the number 2013 is being bandied about a lot. So now I am getting used to that number and don’t know whether it refers to this year or next. My watch tells me the day of the week, the date and the month but it doesn’t stretch to the year. I presume I would be destined for months of writing the wrong year on cheques, but I don’t bother writing them any more which is fortunate.
When I was a nipper I felt very sorry for my father as his birthday fell in this week. Even worse, it was only two days after Christmas so I worried that the day would be overlooked. As I grew a bit older I realised that he didn’t consider birthdays all that important anyway which was a relief.
He would have been 110 on Thursday.