Rain, wind, floods; yes, weather wise this Christmas was certainly biblical but I hope all of you had a good one.
There used to be a time, long ago, when all we were dreaming of was a “White Christmas”. Nowadays we long for a dry one.
With that in mind and after enjoying a great holiday weekend with my family I’m now told Monday was Moody Monday. Unlike Black Friday and Cyber Monday this particular day isn’t about buying and spending, it’s probably about regret! I suppose if you have been holed up for three or four days with family and relatives you don’t get on with it could certainly make you moody.
Add to that the presents and gifts you bought (and maybe not appreciated) have cost you a fortune - you’ll have to start paying them off in January.
Then there’s the kids - unfortunately they are off school for another week, still those iPads you bought them (at great cost) will keep them out of your hair.
Has the mother-in-law gone home yet? What a pity the rail network is in tatters this Christmas, she’ll be here for a few more days yet.
Has the food run out at all? I didn’t think so. Last week it seemed most people were planning for the apocalypse. I almost felt like picketing the supermarkets with a loud hailer and telling people the shops would be open on Boxing Day. Some families will be eating mince pies in March!
I discovered my own cure for any post-Christmas moodiness - humour!
The missus bought me Bill Bryson’s “Road to Little Dribbling”. Not as an e-book but an actual physical, turn the pages, smell the newness present. I read a fair chunk of it at the weekend couldn’t put it down.
She also bought me several of those Ladybird books for adults. How it works the Wife, How it works the Husband and the Ladybird book of the Midlife Crisis. I was in tears reading them, I haven’t laughed like that in years. And so to the final Ladybird guide - believe it or not there is one on the Hangover - might just have to leave that one on the bar.