Monday, 5 January 2026

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Back To Work We Go

And just like that, it’s back to it. When your work productivity ground to a halt around the start of December, and you cheerfully set your Out of Office just a few weeks later, you never, in a million years, expected January to arrive.
But the days turned into nights and nights into days one too many times, and here we are. It’s 5th January, all your resolutions have already been abandoned and it’s back to the grind.
It’s cold, it’s dark, payday is further away than Jupiter, and your inbox is overflowing with people you promised you’d get back to in the new year.
You drag yourself out of bed to the blare of your 6 a.m. alarm and slip into your dressing gown, discovering its pockets crammed with empty chocolate wrappers and shuffle downstairs, flick the kettle on and catch sight of the Christmas tree that’ll soon be out on the pavement or stuffed back in the garage.
You open the fridge, and even though just two days ago you swore this would be your healthiest year yet, you stuff the few bits of Ghetto into your mouth for breakfast.
You were going to start running every morning, but bugger it, start it tomorrow.
‘Right!’ you say, while sipping your first cup of tea of the day. Right… let’s get to it. Let’s go back… to work!
New you, new socks, new shoes. You’re back to reality. The decorations are down and Christmas is all over for another year. But don’t worry, it’ll be back before you know it.
Here’s the rest of the year in one short list:

 January: Recovery, work, Tax Return.
 February: Valentine’s ready meal and bottle of wine.
 March: Spring is finally here! It’s still cold and grey, though.
 April: Chocolate eggs.
 May: Slightly warmer days.
 June: Garden furniture back out.
 July: Oh, it’s raining for an entire month.
 August: Far too hot for three solid days. First thought about Christmas.
 September: Start wearing a scarf again.
 October: Halloween.
 November: Fireworks.
 December: Can’t believe it’s December. It’s bloody Christmas again.

2 comments:

Not really a blog said...

funny. i got up without an alarm at 5:00 am, beginning in 1970 (gotta catch the school bus) and lasting until 2022 (retirement).

even in retirement i wake at 6:00 am without an alarm...

some people are doers and some are sleepers...

Not really a blog said...

yawl have fireworks to celebrate a king... figures.

more surprising is that you all aren't shaking from fear because fireworks could be weapons and only the government should have weapons...

we have our fireworks to celebrate getting rid off the damn british and their effing king...