It’s a Bank Holiday.
Theoretically that means in the UK, we have a day off work and more rest. Some people have BBQ’s, others go out on day trips…
Sadly, as far back as I can remember, Bank Holidays have never been much fun or restful. When I was a kid, I’d spend the day doing the homework that had to be in the next day or going out on Fish Buying trips with my parents. As a Tweenager (10 – 13) I read most of the time or wrote *very* bad poetry… when I wasn’t avoiding my younger sister.
Getting old enough to work didn’t help – it just made it more normal to have a day off. And the activities never got any better until I went to Uni – living in the centre of Plymouth tended to improve my life a whole lot! *grins*
So fast forward to today.
We went and picked up NOS from Scout Camp. He’d managed to fall in the river yesterday and completely soak himself from head to foot. Brand new boots and all. Like Father, like Son…
He brought a good third of the river out with him! However, he’d had a good time and was very tired. So most of the afternoon after we got home was fairly quiet.
PT on the other hand, started bouncing higher than usual. She was really quiet and sweet while her brother wasn’t in the house, but the moment he came home, off she went, demanding and noisier than ever.
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It’s been one of those days where it’s hard to concentrate on any one thing. I haven’t been able to write properly, my jewellery designs for my Final Major Project have been useless and all I’ve been able to do since finishing putting the main section of the webzine up yesterday, and I still have an important article to do for it – but I haven’t been able to do anything!
Wet, windy and a bank holiday – guaranteed to wipe out any creative urge I have…