Extended Sabbatical

This year The Boss, AKA me, has decided to give the whole company, AKA me, not only January but December off. She decided that as it is only three and a bit weeks to Christmas, which are are bound to be soggy and miserable, which makes her soggy and miserable, it wasn’t worth the heartache. Dreamily frosty days, as we had last week, are a rare and rather cruel reminder of what we don’t have here in South Wales. Everything is mushy, everything squelches and my heart isn’t in it. I trudge about like a petulant youth, slipping and sliding and counting the minutes to home time. I am best off out of it and my clients are best off without me. That is until February, when I will bounce back full of vim and vigour, and at least half a box of Cadbury’s Celebrations.

Today, the first day of my extended sabbatical, there is a localised orange flood warning in place, the rain is torrential and the gusting wind is reaching every nook and corner. I feel fully vindicated.

9 thoughts on “Extended Sabbatical

  1. Frosty flowers are so lovely. Rarely seen here. Like you it is usually a damp and dreary time. If there is a dry day/hour I have to nip outside and do a bit of chopping down, but I think that I have pretty much finished now until February when I need to cut back some of the clematis.

    I hope we see you on here before then though. With your wonderful words of wisdom.

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  2. We noted your Orange Weather Warning while we escaped with a Yellow. However, we have had so much rain in recent weeks that the garden is close to a quagmire and almost all gardening is out of the question. All is left is some leaf raking and a walkabout to spot emerging snowdrops. It’s a disgusting time of year.

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  3. It’s not been much better down here, I totally sympathise with you taking a sabbatical. I am so grateful for being retired, able to do what I please while people like your good self work to provide me an income. Perhaps you could become an “influencer”, whatever one of those is, and make a good living from your wit and wisdom, not have to dirty your golden boots at all.

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    1. Now wouldn’t that be lover-ly! Still, I’m sure I would miss getting out there, in fact I know I would. During my last day I was thinking “perhaps I could do another week”. Mind you, it was a beautiful day, I might not have thought that if it was our bog standard deluge.

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