For many this is the last day of the midwinter break/Christmas holiday. Some will have already jetted off to Barbados, others will be in St Moritz and the rest of you will reconciling yourselves to a week of drudgery and grind as your minds and bodies restart the process of wage slavery and refamiliarise yourselves with the office treadmill. Remember you have a team meeting arranged for nine ey em Monday morning. Don’t be late!
I’m only kidding. Like me I expect you are all looking forward to the challenges and excitement that lie in store in twenty twenty four. Bit of a rhyme there. Grasp that nettle and make it happen. My first meeting is arranged for a sedate three pee em and should be a fun session. Not fun in a barrel of laughs fun. Just interesting stuff..
I may sit in on the Monday morning sales meeting. I like to keep an eye on what is happening. It does get a bit boring mind you when each sales guy discusses in detail the facts of their opportunities. All I really want to know is how much and when the cash will be in the bank.
In the meantime, today is Sunday. In some religions this is the Sabbath and a day of rest and worship. Not in all religions. You can choose based on what you want to get out of the day. Sabbath and down tools or non Sabbath and get a few jobs done.
My 4 x great grandfather the Reverend Daniel Davies was excommunicated from his church, the Baptist Chapel in Llandysul, for allowing a farm hand to work on the Sabbath. I dunno whether it was a one off but the excommunication nowadays would seem harsh. They took him back into the fold a few years later. He too was married to an Ann fwiw. I suppose there is a scenario where she too carried the moniker THG but I doubt it. He probably called her Mrs Davies. Mrs Davies fach.
I will be putting up a newly framed photo of our daughter Hannah and boyf George. In the kitchen. Then I’ll probs make a start on the log pile at the bottom of the garden. Hard work mind you. The log pile not the picture. Also need to nip out t’t shops for a few bits and bobs including some more printer paper and a pint of milk.
Yesterday’s activities included taking down my map wall to make room for more posters. I’ve unrolled the posters and laid them flat on the other table in the shed in readiness for sticking up. Only slight issue is that I seem to have got a little carried away with buying replica Isle of Man tourist posters. I don’t want to use them all. Don’t want the wall dominated by them. Got a few gig posters to stick up and my super cool Monaco Grand Prix 1965 job purchaysed in Antibes last September. When I’ve finished I’ll let you know what I have left in case anyone would like one. FOC obvs 🙂In the meantime the wall looks very stark. It’s going to stay like that for a few days.
From mid afternoon onwards will be all about sport. THG and I are off swimming and get back in time to see Liverpool wallop Arsenal in the FA Cup. Then the snooker masters starts at seven. That’s THG out of action for the next week. She is an avid snooker fan.
In the meantime may the day bring you all you deserve, an outcome made more likely if you can get all those jobs done.
Ciao amigos.