I was really tired when I
went to kip last night. I slept till 3am when the noisy drunks woke
me up on their way home. From 3am onward there was a seemingly
endless succession of noisy drunks going past the house.
I gave up trying to sleep
at 5am, got up, and watched the first episode of Season Four of "Game
of Thrones". Apart from the rather disappointing fact that
nudey-dragongirl kept her clothes on it was a rather good episode.
And then at 6.45am I set
off to work. More people work on Christmas Day these days than they
ever use to; I can remember working the night of Christmas Eve (some
years ago) and driving to Hastings at 9am Christmas morning and
only seeing three other cars. Today at 7am (ish) I saw nineteen other
cars between home and work.
Mind you the pundits of
the radio said that, according
to the Office of National Statistics, about three per cent of
people in work were working today.
The largest group of
workers was those employed by the NHS. According to Nick Palmer of
the Office of National Statistics 141,000 doctors, nursing staff and
midwives were working on this festive day. He was rather vague about
the numbers of pharmacists, paramedics, radiographers, telephonists,
porters, biomedical scientists, health care scientists.... as are
many people.
The radio also (for
some odd reason) featured a program about "Wallace and
Gromit", and I spent much of the day with the theme to "A
Grand Day Out" going through my head.
I got to work and (ably
assisted by the inestimable "Soup Boy") I had quite a
busy day. Unlike forty nine per cent of the country's vicars who
apparently didn't work today. And with my bit done I came home to a
rather full house. Nearly all of the tribe had gathered, and it was
good to spend some time with family.
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