Like London buses and celebrity deaths at Christmas, Bank Holidays seem to come along one after another.
The four day Easter Weekend wasn’t that long ago.
May Ist was the May Day Bank Holiday – a relatively recent addition to the holiday calendar.
May 29th was the Spring Bank Holiday, which, when it was called Whitsun, was the lone National Holiday ‘twixt Easter and late August.
And between those two, like a bag of sweeties thrown from the stage by a pantomime dame to get the audience to love her that little bit more, we were granted an extra Monday off on May 8th, thanks to some chap taking over his late mother’s job as head of the firm after he’d worked as her assistant for decades.
There are people demanding a four-day working week. Instead of pundits on TV news channels discussing the pros and cons of ‘Working From Home’, shouldn’t they be discussing whether anyone’s working anywhere?
America has very few National Holidays, so do we need all ours, particularly Boxing Day and New Year’s Day, when the weather is hardly suitable for going for a picnic or to the beach?
Even Easter weather is seldom ‘Scorchio!’
If we don’t want to join the inevitable Bank Holiday traffic jams or airport queues and stay home, the broadcasters – apart from exhuming a token ‘Night At The Museum 23” or “Shrek 35” from the vaults – dish up the same old programmes as every other day of the week.
Endless shows in which people renovate houses or repair old furniture; couples search for new homes abroad; and antique hunters look for bargains.
There’s also a raft of cheap game shows so dull they should be shown in the middle of the night to help insomniacs.
If you decide to spend a Holiday Monday in the garden and chill out, the moment you park your rear on a chair, neighbours both sides of you get their lawnmowers and hedge trimmers out, creating an electric symphony of buzzing humming and whining.
What do I do on Bank Holidays?
Write articles moaning about Bank Holidays – of course!