The dead zone
Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2019 8:25 pm
The bleak midwinter... The gap between Xmas and the new year, where neither the baby cheeses or the Solstice hold sway, where nothing happpens.
The place where you go and but "cheap" things, until you get home to find them even cheaper on the gloomy Web.
When the only thing that happens is maybe relatives you don't like might call....
Nothing happens, most of the shops you might want to go to are shut and the online ones won't deliver until you are back at work.
Where the only thing you can think of is to challenge your other half to scrabble, but become so drunk mid afternoon that by round two, a third "decider" round is pointless.
And you go to bed" for a snooze" intending that by the time you wake up it will be tomorrow, one day nearer to normality.
God, I hate this time of year.
Whare actually you want to try to mow the wet lawn in the early evening just so that you can play with an engine for a while before giving up and conceding that it won't start until spring.
And where you drive to a shop to buy vegetables that you can dig up from your own garden simply to have somewhere to go.
You could go out on the bike, but they keep bloody gritting, the shirts.....
The icing on the cake is when your wife says
" you always want time off, but then you don't like it when you get some"
How do you explain that you want time off in warm weather when you can be on your own, in your crash helmet, with nobody able to talk to you, by yourself? Just you and a vague destination....
I may be bah-humbugging on my own here, but God, I wish it was spring.
The place where you go and but "cheap" things, until you get home to find them even cheaper on the gloomy Web.
When the only thing that happens is maybe relatives you don't like might call....
Nothing happens, most of the shops you might want to go to are shut and the online ones won't deliver until you are back at work.
Where the only thing you can think of is to challenge your other half to scrabble, but become so drunk mid afternoon that by round two, a third "decider" round is pointless.
And you go to bed" for a snooze" intending that by the time you wake up it will be tomorrow, one day nearer to normality.
God, I hate this time of year.
Whare actually you want to try to mow the wet lawn in the early evening just so that you can play with an engine for a while before giving up and conceding that it won't start until spring.
And where you drive to a shop to buy vegetables that you can dig up from your own garden simply to have somewhere to go.
You could go out on the bike, but they keep bloody gritting, the shirts.....
The icing on the cake is when your wife says
" you always want time off, but then you don't like it when you get some"
How do you explain that you want time off in warm weather when you can be on your own, in your crash helmet, with nobody able to talk to you, by yourself? Just you and a vague destination....
I may be bah-humbugging on my own here, but God, I wish it was spring.
im taken cabin fever here but got a scoot out today while i wait for those parts you were talking about to arrive 
nice one Chris ........ T Mass 
call it a warm up session for NYE 
