Even after four years of retirement from paid employment, I look forward to Bank Holidays, as I can pretend I’m enjoying the day before going back to work. Then the thought struck me that, I/we always have busy weeks, leading full and interesting lives, so in a sense the bank holiday is for us, well, a holiday.
Today, I’ve been mostly in and out of the half constructed utility room, being constructed from our gutted garage. And indulging in my favourite spring/summer activity, sitting in the back garden with a pot of coffee and a couple of books. Nothing relaxes me as much as reading and reciting (poetry), under a clear blue sky. So today, I’ve truly unwound, in readiness for the gang of likable builders who will be invading once again, to create my new hideaway office.