As much as I hate being the bearer of bad tidings I'm afraid it's
my onerous duty this morning to inform you that summer is over.
Sorry. If I could have held on to it for longer I most assuredly
would, but forces outside my control have decreed we've had our lot. At least under this particular patch of grey sky anyway.
You see, our house is suddenly eerily empty. There are no mysterious bulging boxes
blocking gangways, no over stuffed carrier bags loitering with
intent, no clumps of coats and nests of cables and wires waiting to
trip the unwary. No daughter. She's gone back to the halls of
learning to add still more strings to her bow, leaving behind a house
that's far too tidy, far too quiet, and nowhere near full enough.
To all those correspondents currently writing glee filled articles
in their columns for the nationals about how marvellous it is to have
their homes back now their children have gone back to school, I send
a giant, juicy raspberry. I may be miserable at the moment, but I can
at least comfort myself with the knowledge that I've always dreaded
September. If you can't figure that one out, you must be going about it all
wrong.
Before you know it, some of those boxes will be back for Christmas, hopefully with lots of pretty presents!
ReplyDeleteThat's the lovely thing about boxes, you just never know what might be inside. However, I think Christmas is too far away. I suggest we bring it forward this year to some time near the beginning of November.
ReplyDeleteHaha, I like the sound of that! How about one Christmas every other month!?
ReplyDeleteCould get a little hard on the wallet. Maybe we should invent some new festivals that don't require massive overspending? I think at least six per year should be about right.
ReplyDeleteHaha yeah, I like the sound of that! I definitely think a cuddle day would be a good one to go for! ;)
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