Thursday, 5 January 2012

And a Happy New Year...

I realised, as I moped about the house on the eve of the return to work, the reason for the collective melancholy this time of year. It isn’t the fact that Christmas is over. It isn’t the dark, gloomy weather. It isn’t the lack of funds or the impending sense of effort required to get out of bed in the morning. The reason for the misery is simply that we have no choice.

The fact is that, as nice as Christmas is, we would inevitably become sick of over-eating and lounging about. But – and this is the important thing – if we were given the choice, we would return to normality at time and pace to serve ourselves on our own terms.

The flip side is, of course, that necessity is the mother of invention and freewill is the main reason why New Year’s Resolutions fail…still, I haven’t made one and I’m not about to either.

Bring on some cold, frosty weather to kill off the germs, a few decent nights’ sleep and all will be well regardless. Six correct numbers would help, too…

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