An Oasis

Bank Holidays, and August Bank Holiday in particular, are times when people head out to the coast or to a country park or some other family entertainment, depending on their taste. At least that's what the traffic reports seem to be telling me judging by the holdups on the motorways, the approaches to the coastal resorts and other attractions. That's why me and 'im indoors NEVER go anywhere on Bank Holidays.

The garden is quiet; all the neighbours seem to have joined the rush.

The telephone is quiet; family and friends seem to have joined the rush.

Daughter is quiet; they're having a bbq for some friends.

Son is quiet; they've gone on holiday to Cyprus.

Mother is quiet; she's having my brother over for a visit.

Father is quiet; he'll be enjoying the Olympics on the telly.

So I'm enjoying this little oasis. Nowhere I need to go, nothing pressing to do, just a time to relax, go for a walk, read a little and catch up with the blog.

I remember thinking, when I worked every day, that Bank Holidays are the only days away from work when your intray/inbox is not piling up in your absence. Because everybody else is away from work too. Bliss! So why make the days off stressful by dashing off to join a traffic queue?

I rest my case.