Christmas re-cap

Hope you're having a truly wondrous Christmastime. If you're thinking "What's he talking about? It's all done and dusted now" then I pity you. You just haven't got the hang of this time of year at all. If I may quote the excellent 'Miracle on 34th Street' (from 1947) - "Christmas isn't a day; it's a state of mind."
Or to put it another, more Rory-esque way, 'It ain't a day, bitches, it's a fortnight, and more...'

It was strangely okay being at work on Boxing Day. It's just a shame that half the population of Suffolk seemed to be there as well. The newspeople reported yesterday that many major cities were surprisingly quiet, and the theory was that people were doing their sales shopping online from the comfort of their own home. That may be true for electronics stuff, but a hell of a lot of folk were pouring into the car park and pouring groceries into their boots. Maybe they were stocking up for the rest of the week and the New Year celebrations, I don't know, but precious few of them came our way for fuel so it was a quiet day really. Not surprising though - if I showed you our takings for the four days up to Christmas Eve you'd wonder why anyone would need a refill this side of Valentines Day.

I'd expected to be depressed and staring out of the window feeling sorry for myself, but actually the day flew by. I got to watch Dr Who and Mrs Browns Boys on iPlayer while pretending to work in my office and I ate a LOT of leftovers and snacks, so it was a happy little filling station mancave of my own making that I inhabited most of the day. And I get tomorrow and Friday off now so that makes it all worthwhile.

I've been drinking advocaat tonight. It's horrible and I only ever drink it at Christmas and I don't know why I do it, but it probably explains a lot of the content of this blog posting.

Love you

RC 27-12-17