It is amazing what can be achieved by not trying.
I did fuck all during the week in preparation for The Big Day. I can safely say that I didn't do a scrap of preparation apart from making sure I had enough baccy and whiskey.
My greatest achievement this year was to survive the entire period without once hearing Slade, Bing Crosby or Shane McGowan which I think is quite something. As a result the blood pressure remained at its usual level and I remained reasonably sane. In fact the only music I heard over the entire period was the odd carol from Classic FM though I got a little tired of them after a while too.
The day was, as far as I am concerned, a resounding success. I did nothing. Absolutely sweet fuck all. Didn't even bother with the Interwebs. spent the day happily dozing by a turf fire with a glass of Irish in one hand and the pipe in the other. Herself dozed on the couch and Penny dozed on the floor. Peace, perfect peace.
I wonder at all those cars I saw during the week. You know the ones – sitting on the bottom of their suspensions because they are trying to carry several tons of food and drink. Was all that food eaten? I doubt it. Was all the booze polished off? If so there are going to be many cases of alcohol poisoning in the area.
So now we are into the Sales Season. Endless advertisements trying to pressure us into buying new furniture suites and beds. I never worked out this craze for furniture sales. Are we supposed to replace out couches and armchairs every year? Weird. My armchair is getting on in years and has a perfect and permanent arse-shape indent to accommodate me in comfort. There is no fucking way I would part with it.
Next we'll have the Holiday Season where everyone is frantically trying to sell us holidays. I keep getting emails from Irish Ferries screaming that I only have a couple of days left to avail of a 10% reduction offer. I ignored them and now they are offering 20% off. I'll wait a while and maybe we'll reach 100% off. I might consider that.
Personally I don't care about the sales or the holidays. They can advertise all they like and as usual I shall ignore them.
At least that's the end of fucking advertisements with fucking Santa and fucking snow and fucking jingly music.
Well, for another ten months anyway.