I am not at my happiest this week.
Now you know me – I never complain about anything and am the epitome of the happy-go-lucky chap.
But there is something about the week between Christmas and the New Year. There is a lot going on, yet there is a feeling that the country has come to a standstill and there is nothing going on. I suppose it’s an attitude that developed through my working years when there was a massive hype coming up to Christmas and then the dread of returning to the office after the New Year and having to face into dumping all the tatty decorations and empty bottles that littered the place. I hated that return after the winter break.
It’s the time of year where I am never sure whether a place is open or not. And if a place is open, it’s staffed by the reluctant losers who were last in the queue to book the week off. Also if a place is open then it tends to be over busy dealing with sales or queries from people who had a problem in the previous days when the place was closed.
As I said, a lot went on during the week but nothing really remarkable happened [in the literal sense of the word – not worth remarking on]. The only noteworthy event happened this morning when I set my alarm for the crack of dawn [half nine] as I was meeting a good friend whom I hadn’t seen in years since he moved the the UK. A very pleasant couple of mugs of coffee in the village.
And it made a change from getting up at midday or later.