Is it or isn’t it?
I awoke this morning and looked at my watch.
Now I’m not really pushed about the time I wake up [that fact that I woke up at all is sufficient for me] but I like to know what day of the week it is, as if it’s a weekday it means I don’t have to get up for work. I like to enjoy the little benefits of retirement.
So it’s Sunday and the first day of April. All Fools Day? I also remembered [a minor miracle] that it’s Easter.
I have been very confused for the last few weeks as to the day and date. I think it’s down to little things like Paddy’s Day and clocks going backwards and forwards, and also down to more important things happening in the family life. Anyways I rarely know what day of the week it is until I check my watch.
When you are a retired heathen like myself then the day of the week is of no importance whatsoever. I don’t have to get up for work or church or any of that, so each day’s activities tend to follow the same patterns. The only significance of the day is that it determines what crap television programmes are on, and if it’s a weekday, the chances of the dog barking at the postman in the early hours.
So what exactly is the significance of All Fools Day and Easter?
I suppose it means that the Grandkids may call. That is debatable as Daughter still has her smashed up leg and has the mobility of a lump of granite, and Son in Law isn’t talking to me. However the lure of chocolate is very strong so I may see them yet.
The fact that it’s All Fools Day has slightly more significance as it’s the day when the various news organisations put out very strange and unbelievable items in the hopes of having a laugh. The problem is though that they are putting out these strange and unbelievable stories every day, so it makes it all the harder to tell fact from fiction. The safest bet is to do what I always do and treat them all with a pinch of salt.
The thought crossed my mind though that maybe my watch is pulling an April Fools prank and it isn’t actually the first of April at all?
Life can be very fucking confusing at times.
I deliberately have my Facebook birthday set to 1st of April, just so I can respond to Happy Birthday wishes with “Poisson d’avril!”
Some people have caught on, others just keep falling for it year after year.
Although technically speaking, I’ve only ever had one birthday, which, coincidentally, was the day I was born. From then on they’ve just been birthday anniversaries.
Maybe the ones who keep falling for it are just dummy friends set up by the Russians? They seem to be in control of Farcebook now?
And the one that I sometimes ponder – when is a deathday anniversary?
Ah! The old SÉCAM collaboration. Good thinking.
SÉCAM? As in NTSC or PAL?
Affirmative.
Agreed. I’m far from retirement, but even when I have some days off work, Sunday is never quite as nice as the other days and Mondays are always a bit depressing.
I have never particularly liked Sundays. From schooldays onwards it just meant that Monday was looming like a stormcloud. For some reason that feeling persists to the point where Sunday is my least favourite day. Monday has possibly become my favourite since retirement, as I think of all those poor sods grinding their way through traffic to get to their tedious jobs. I sometimes even listen to the traffic reports just to hear the chaos. Yes, I’m a bastard!
RTÉ had a story about a man in a white dress telling the world what to do. It was a very good effort at an April Fool trick, but I saw through it.
That was the one with Lord Whatshisname from Downton? I didn’t watch it sadly though it may be recorded somewhere. I shall remember the transmission date if I do come across it.
It was an old man with a white hat and glasses standing on his balcony in Italy waving at people. It was very well done, but no-one would really take it seriously.