I always feel uncomfortable this week.
It’s a sort of no-man’s land between Christmas and the New Year.
I suppose a lot is down to the past when I would be off work and dreading the return to the grey days of January. I didn’t like the week then and I suppose there is a lingering remnant of that attitude that blights me these days.
Of course I have the blessing of not having any work to return to. Granted I still have the grey days ahead, but at least I don’t have the pleasure of alarm clocks, traffic jams in the rush hour and hungover bosses to look forward to. The one lingering element though is not knowing what businesses are open this week. Many are closed, while some are struggling with a skeleton staff while the rest are off on their jollies. Some businesses are fully open, but which?
I’m trying to find a roofer to fix my wee leakage problem. I have approached a few. Some have come and surveyed the work and have then vanished without trace. Herself keeps finding tradesmen on Farcebook but I have an innate suspicion about those. I prefer to work off recommendations from people I know. The latest came, did a full survey including measurements and once again has vanished. Is he back at work today? God knows. I sent a message but no response.
Surely there must be someone out there who can do a little job. I admit it has its tricky elements but who doesn’t like a challenge? Builders around here, apparently. I’m even prepared to pay them at a pinch but it seems that’s no incentive either.
Am I looking for too much?
Do I have to join the Freemasons first?
Am I supposed to sacrifice a kitten at dawn?