Monday was a Bank Holiday. You all know what a Bank Holiday is, right? For those of you that don’t, this is Wikipedia’s definition –
A bank holiday is a public holiday in the United Kingdom or a colloquialism for public holiday in Ireland. There is no automatic right to time off on these days, although the majority of the population is granted time off work or extra pay for working on these days, depending on their contract. The first official bank holidays were the four days named in the Bank Holidays Act 1871, but today the term is colloquially (albeit incorrectly) used for public holidays which are not officially bank holidays, for example Good Friday and Christmas Day.
I don’t use this term colloquially, as it actually WAS a Bank Holiday. I think. Anyway, as per the norm in my household, we went shopping, as we do every single day, aside from Sundays. Usually, the roads are kinda busy, the supermarkets are packed with people panic – buying various items, and children are running amok in the aisles. When we approached the car park, however, we noticed it was distinctly empty. YAY! It turned out, so was Asda. That was brilliant, I thought, as I have quite a dislike for the process of shopping itself, the ‘excuse me’, the pushing past ignorant people who pretend not to hear you, being run over by trollies, the noise, queueing . . . ugh, queueing. Great British pastime, queueing and moaning at the same time. It also meant I could get pick of the leftover eggs. Easter eggs. Mmmm.
Nope. There were none. NONE! Well, there were a few, but they were broken ones, and I don’t like eating food that has broken in the packet already. 😦 Much disappointment for me. So I bought myself a block of cheese and made cheese, onion and meatball toasties instead.
Happy Bank Holiday – Day. Now go back to work.