Well, that was a thoroughly miserable and demoralising Bank Holiday weekend.
Surely I can’t be the only one who finds Bank Holidays pointless, depressing, and a complete waste of time and effort?
Firstly, why do people use Bank Holidays as an excuse to act like idiots? It seems to have become some sort of national tradition for folk to spend these long weekends getting completely trollied on cheap booze.
And those that haven’t gone out on the town and got hammered seem to spend most of the weekend pootling around aimlessly in their cars clogging up the roads.
Is this what Easter is about now? I don’t know the guy but I don’t reckon this is what Jesus would have wanted.
I’m not religious myself, but I’m more than happy for Christians and those of other faiths to celebrate their religious festivals.
But why does it mean all the shops have to be closed?
For me, Easter Sunday is just like any other Sunday. That’s how it should be.
So when I realised we were running dangerously low on pickled gherkins, walnut whips, and stilton, I did what I’d do on any other day in those dire circumstances - fire up the Bentley and high tail it to the nearest supermarket.
As I pulled into the car park I was pleasantly surprised by how quiet it was, there was not another car in sight.
It then dawned on me that the place was shut.
It’s outrageous. Because of other peoples religious beliefs I was deprived of some essential and tasty snap.
Another Bank Holiday tradition which I hate is that fact that on Easter Monday people feel compelled to go to the nearest shopping centre.
Even Lady Grundi has been sucked into this relatively new phenomenon.
My plans for a relaxing Monday at home were thrown into turmoil when she informed me, under threat of divorce if I didn’t conform to her diktat, that we were going to Meadowhall.
I hate shopping malls at the best of times, but on Bank Holidays they are at least ten times worse.
I don’t usually feel claustrophobic but the place was packed, full to the gunwales.
By the time I got back to Grundi Towers I was a quivering wreck and it needed a large measure of single malt to get me back on an even keel.
Surely something that contains the word ‘holiday’ such be relaxing and enjoyable? Well Bank Holidays are far from it.
They bring out the worst in people, impinge on our freedoms, and cost our already fragile economy a fortune.
Plus it always rains on Bank Holidays and there are too many of them.
I’ve got two more of these things to endure in the next few weeks.