Back to the Mundane

Well, the Christmas dinner went almost without a hitch, the wine was good, the presents were much appreciated by all (especially Offspring Junior's digital camera) and Mum is lost in Sudoku, both printed and electronic. I began reading my Bill Bryson book - he's as amusing as people tell me, quite enjoyable.
Now it's back to the grind. Post-Christmas Sale time at work in the hope that it might drag in a few more punters. It seemed to work. Normal Boxing Day custom in a DIY store consists of hardly anybody wanting to buy things (except that new float valve for the toilet because "ours flooded the bathroom on Christmas Day") and many more bringing back unwanted presents. Today there were 97 people waiting outside for us to open at 10.0 am! Poor sad creatures. I almost felt like going out and asking if they needed the phone number of a good psychiatrist. But still the morning went by quite quickly and we were reasonably busy. Come the afternoon they dwindled away. There were local football matches to go and watch, dinner to consume and digest, beer and wine to drink - all of which were quite compelling reasons for many people not to make the afternoon visit to the local DIY Emporium. Five o'clock and freedom! But back to the drudge again tomorrow . . .