I should be elated. Instead I just feel depressed, and that’s just not like me.
We returned from our skiing holiday on Saturday and it was, according to my eldest daughter, “the best holiday I’ve ever had!” In fact, all three children loved it and all picked up skiing very quickly. Even my wife D had hired skis for a day and had a lesson, something which makes me very proud of her, after all, we’re talking about someone who was at the back of the queue when sporting prowess was being handed out! The sun shone every day we were there and was OK, because of the large quantities of snow dumped in the alps in the 4 weeks before we went! My sister and husband were with us and were great to have along. Our friends G & J were also with us and even their tantrum-prone children rallied towards the end. The fact that I got very little decent skiing in of my own was of no consequence as the investment in my children was so productive.
All in all, we had a great time, and I suppose it’s partly because of that that going back to work seems such a hideous proposition. Also, the death of our boiler this morning, in a convulsion of spewed water, brings with it the possibility of unwanted expenditure, not to mention cold nights and no showers until it’s fixed.
I shall rise above it all soon, don’t you worry. After all, I have a roof over my head and shouldn’t have problem providing food for the family for a few days. That’s more than many people in the world have learned to expect.