I never particularly liked this week.

This is a hangover from the dark days of employment when the period between Christmas and the New Year was a sort of non-event. Half of the people at work would take the week off as it’s a short week what with bank holidays and all. But I never liked taking leave at that time as it was a waste of valuable days that would be better enjoyed in summer. So offices would be half empty and everyone else would be as grumpy as me, which is saying something. Even worse, the office would still have its “decorations” up which would usually consist of sad bits of tinsel draped across computer screens. Ho, ho, fucking ho.

This feeling still lingers. It’s a week where I am loath to make appointments as half the places are either shut or running a skeleton crew. Penny is due her injection around this time but I’ll probably wait until next week when a drop of sanity will creep over the place.

To add to my annoyance today I have the additional problem of lack of sleep. It was a bad night last night for no reason whatsoever and that has left me a bit grumpier than my normal level of grumpiness.

And I have to go down to the village to the chemist and to get fags. While this would normally be a cause for cheer, it’s blowing a fucking storm out there. It was quite pleasant earlier but suddenly it’s grey, wet and very windy. Bugger!

Also I have to get the carpet shampooer out yet again as Penny decided yesterday to go into full flood mode. I swear the carpet squelches when I walk on it.

I suppose I had better go and make a start.

*sigh*.