butterflyuk

I say this was the last bank holiday for this year. Christmas holidays do not count. Christmas is Christmas, not a holiday. In good old days I used to be partial to August bank holidays because having none after that it felt more precious than the others. If it was up to me I would slide one in around October time to even things out. Mind you I think bank holidays disrupt everything. You work harder before and after to catch up on work and the whole world is out on the roads and in the shops.

Over the last decade I hated bank holidays because I was stuck in the house. Now that I am older and wiser (yes I am, well at least one out of those two) I have convinced myself not to get upset about not being able to go anywhere in holidays. Just when I have got used to staying in, Sickie upsets my apple cart by saying we will go on a cruise. The idea must have flown in or rather sailed in from some where and it may just fly out before we know it so I won't get excited until it happens if it ever does.

The older and wiser me has made most of the funfair I unexpectedly found at a park while walking the dog. I am not bothered if anyone sees a grown woman going on a ride by herself looked on by the dog tied to the hotdog stand. If the dog didn't need all four to keep her upright I am sure she would have put both her hands over her eyes saying "oh no....do you have to embarrass me???" I am also glad that she can't read and will never know she was attached to a hotdog stand.

Some of my friends will be proud of me to know that I have not done any work either on Sunday or today and I have chilled out. Although Sunday was more of the hangover day after spending a smashing Saturday night with great friends. Been for a drive with another friend today and the car somehow drove itself in a lovely pub for a diet coke and tasty grub. I am beginning to like bank holidays!