That's another bank holiday we've spent with no money. It always seems to work out that way. Occasionally we may find we have a pound or two spare at a weekend, or at least can pinch a bit back from somewhere else if necessary, but if a bank holiday is looming something crops up and we always seem to be absolutely penniless. While everyone else seems to be relaxing or out enjoying themselves, we muddle through another mundane few days.
I shouldn't complain really, it's no big deal, but I do sometimes think it might be nice to do something frivolous like treat ourselves to an ice cream, or be able to visit somewhere new. I feel a bit cheated really. I used to work bank holidays, and weekends, all of them! It was the nature of my job that weekends and bank holidays were the busiest times so days off then were rare. Now it's the total opposite but I still don't get to do things.
I did take a walk into town, and along to the beach. It was incredibly busy and it was good to see all the local businesses doing so well. Sadly my husband's health has been particularly bad and there was no way he could have walked with me. I think that's what upset me the most. Without having fuel in the car he's pretty much house bound at the moment. Normally we don't mind doing things without having money in our pockets, we can have a good time anyway, but as it was he really wasn't up to doing anything.
I don't often feel sorry for myself. I usually just shrug things off and decide tomorrow is another day. I make the best of what we have and appreciate it all. But I feel a weariness I just can't shake off at the moment, a lethargy that is really dragging me down. I suppose we all have our bad days and I'm no different, but I don't like it! This isn't like me at all. I'm finding it hard to be motivated about even the smallest things.
Oh well, it will pass, I'm sure, and I'll be back to my usual self. I just hope its sooner rather than later.