I always find this time of year peculiar to say the least. The build up to Christmas. The day itself. Then Boxing Day. Then we have several days where little happens. People are off work, the normal routine has been disrupted. It’s all an anti climax.
Take today for example. It doesn’t feel like the end of the week, a Friday, but it is because the calendar says so. It’s been a grey day until this afternoon, there’s very little on the TV bar a load of repeats and boredom is king.
Then we plunge headlong into New Year. That time of year when the number changes but little else in our lives does. That evening of extravagance, boozing, and finding a late night bus that isn’t full of New Year revellers. Last year I came home around 2.30 a.m. Not this year. It’s going to be a quiet one this time.
An odd time. But when the year ticks round to 2019, we find that things are still the same. My late mother used to have an odd New Year ritual. She used to open the front door when the clock struck midnight. I asked why and she replied “I’m letting the old year out and the new year in….” All I remember was for her to shut the door as it was invariably freezing cold. Then it was time to have a small glass of sherry. I could never stand that sickly drink. But each to their own.
Sorry, I’m rambling away, trying to fire up a rather half dead brain into thinking up material for the blog posts. It may well be New Year before it all returns to normal.
Oh well, on with the nothingness…..