A typical bank holiday

Statiticians and those that have the dubious task of providing us with all those odd facts and figures on how we live our lives never tire of telling us that in the UK at least, shopping is the single biggest leisure activity, a situation that I find quite worrying and sad but regardless it is a fact.

Sad it maybe that we have become a nation so obsessed with the great Gods that are money and possession but is it any wonder perhaps when I look out the window on yet another typical bank holiday Monday. It is cold, the rain is coming down like 'stair rods' and at 7.30am it is still relatively dark. I know that is in part due to the shift to British summer time (there's an irony if ever there was one) but it is unusually dark. The birds are twittering their displeasure, huddled and bedraggled on overhead cables and under eaves and everything looks set for a dismal day, meteorologically at least!

PG has hobbled off to work, leg strapped up and looking none too fit for the job to be honest and I'm about to do the same. My day at work should be a reasonable one and pass quickly. The weather will at least ensure that Joe public will not defy the statiticians and find something interesting to do but will run true to form and hit the shops with vigour, making my day a busy one that is over in a flash.

Every cloud has a silver lining as they say :o)