As the fine weather finally begins to take its toll on my four legged friend and I, I am clearly under the impression that I might be in the wrong job. We have had our ties off recently because the big bosses think we need the relief and we really do.
Whilst driving around it is clear that far too many people are lounging and lazing about for far too much of the day.
We have the clear signs of the fine weather with the usual gatherings that signify the arrival of what is often called summer. If the sun shines for more than a week then summer has truly arrived.
I have also noticed that there are an alarming number of people who seem to find small gaps in their otherwise hectic calenders for a daily dose of alcohol consumption at a local hostelry. The historic and aptly named ‘Inn on the Green’ at the centre of the hub of the universe that is the Britannia Estate regularly boasts, amongst its clientele, a seemingly endless supply of regular drinkers who like nothing better than a late morning and all afternoon drink to accompany their endless cigarettes in an effort to avoid the dangers of dehydration in the afternoon sun, before they make off home for some late lunch and regain their energy for the evening session. The logo emblazoned T-shirts are put back on once they bid their noisy, yet cheery goodbyes to theirsuitably imbibed peers and head off home, where the dress code of T-shirts on, is strictly enforced by she who gets the dinners on the table and must be obeyed every now and again. I can only imagine the next step. Tinnies from the fridge, plasma screen on, watch the footy before the after match analysis down at the boozer. Then again, why not watch the footy there and save the hassle of the missus microwaving the tea……………..sorted.
Exactly how can anyone afford to visit the local with such a regular frequency from late morning to late afternoon and again in the evening and consume beverages for most of the sunshine hours is beyond me.
I must be in the wrong job.
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