There are two occasions in the British calendar when it’s OK to spend the whole day in your pyjamas – not Christmas, because you really have to be dressed for dinner. They are namely Boxing Day and New Year’s Day. Nothing happens on either day and if they were normal working days the amount of money lost by UK business to hangovers would number in the billions.
How many people today must be lounging around in their dressing gowns waiting for the demise of David Tennant on Doctor Who, or a James Bond film that’s never going to arrive? It’s nice to have these occasional days of nothingness, but then that is on the provision that you have somethingness to compare it with.
Two or three weeks of holiday is a bit too much for me, I do feel like I want be back at university for the two days a week of lectures that I have. I like my doing nothing to have purpose – is it truly doing nothing if you have nothing to avoid doing? It’s like yin and yang, an equal and opposite reaction. Doing nothing is all the more sweet when there’s so much you should be doing. If you generally have nothing to do then doing nothing is more of a vocation than an escape.
Oh well, another week of nothing.
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