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End-of-term-itis

I really don’t like this time of year. It’s not just the short days, dark evenings and persistent fog. Or even the rampant consumerism and tacky decorations wherever you look. It’s more that it reminds me forcibly of when Christopher got diagnosed, out of the blue, in the week before Christmas. It doesn’t help that work is particularly manic at the moment – I’m trying to get a fairly major bid out the door before everyone closes down for the holidays, so that adds levels of stress that I could really do without. 

All together, I’m in a real “bah-humbug” sort of mood at the moment. I’ve refused point-blank to attend the enforced-jollification that is the departmental Christmas Lunch. It’s held at the local Weatherspoon pub, chosen solely for its reasonably priced beer, with no reference whatsoever to the quality of the food.  Last time I forced myself to go, the sprouts were like bullets, the roast potatoes came from a packet, as did the gravy, I was allergic to the turkey and I ended up with a blinding migraine. I am not prepared to put myself through that again. So I shall stay behind in the office and work on my bid – and probably get a huge amount done as there will be no interuptions!

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  1. Hugh | 16 December 2015 at 2:48 pm | Permalink

    I’m with you on the ‘bah-humbug’

  2. pauld | 19 December 2015 at 10:27 am | Permalink

    Ive got the “Bah-humbug” tea shirt, Ebineezer’s my hero

    “enforced-jollification that is the departmental Christmas Lunch”, you should go and be miserable, its your basic human right 🙂