The Holidays Are Never Long Enough
Thursday, 1 January 2009
New Year dawns - that’s the end of lazing around eating mince pies in front of Bond films. Dammit. That time from December 24th to January 1st is my favourite period of the year, when doing nothing is absolutely guilt-free. I’m a bit of a workaholic, but my general obsessive-compulsiveness is trumped by my crazed love of Christmas, which is why there are nine days every year when I can just snooze and watch TV and bake cakes without feeling jumpy and restless.
I admit, my January isn’t as terrible as usual, since I’m going to play the PCA in the Bahamas and the EPT in Deauville. But now it won’t be guilt-free, because I’ll be worrying about my book deadline. And anyway, I’m on Team PokerStars, which means I’ll probably have to have some pictures taken or do some commentary or something. EXHAUSTING.
It’s true, I probably won’t be feeling the real grimness of the festive period being over until February. But I know exactly what it’s like, so my heart goes out to anyone who is supposed to be going back to an office tomorrow
. And I was amused to see the New Year starting with the revelation that 15,000 teachers call in sick every day, resulting in 3,000,000 working days being lost in 2008.
I bet I’m not the only one who was reminded of the old joke,
JAMIE: “Dad, I don’t wanna go to school and I’ve got three reasons! First cos it’s so hard, second cos all the kids tease me, and third cos I’m scared.”
DAD: “Well you’re going anyway, and I’ll give you three reasons. First because it’s your duty, second because you’re 45 years old, and third because you’re the headmaster.”