The end of things
That’s the end of the hype season.
It started back with the hype over Halloween. That of course was followed by Christmas and the New Year. Naturally the hype built up then over Valentine’s, Paddy’s Day and finally Easter.
I don’t know what the shops are going to so now with nothing for the rest of the year to wind us up into a frenzy of buying stuff. I suppose they’ll have to somehow make do with Spring Sales followed by Summer Sales where little is cheaper and most is stuff we don’t need.
On a sad note, Elizabeth – a regular commenter here for a long time and writer of “The Last Furlong” and “Life on an Alien Planet” – died on Easter Sunday morning.
Rest in peace, ELizabeth.
You’ll be missed.
They are trying. (In every sense of the word.)
Mothers day, when my wife whinges that I do not partake. I tell her that it is for her children to respond.
Grannies day. Grampas day. Did they ever try those?
Uncle’s day for the children whose mother leads an interesting life. Never took off.
Fathers day has not been a great success. Ideal present a DNA testing kit. Maybe they should try a sperm donors day.