Today is the May bank holiday.
Why does this unsettle me?
Obviously for a major part of my life bank holidays were significant as it meant a day off work. Sometimes I would have to work and that would involve extra pay. Bank holidays were grand.
Nowadays of course they mean little or nothing. It is irrelevant whether banks open or shut their doors as I do all my banking electronically. All the shops in the village are open apart maybe for the chemist, but I only call in there once or twice a week anyway. Nothing is essentially any different from any other day.
There’s no post today. That is the only thing that remotely may impact on my quiet life but seeing as nobody bothers to write to me and the only post I get is usually official bumf so that also is of no consequence. A while back I trained the postman to just quietly drop off parcels at the door and not to bother ringing the doorbell as he always got me out of bed. As a result I never even see him these days anyway.
So why do I feel today is different?
Why will I feel a little easier when tomorrow comes?
It makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.