The house is now empty after a wonderful time spent with friends over New Year. We always take a group photo, which always seems to be a record of the development of our kids, and the increasing decrepitude of we adults-
The other thing this photo reminds me of is the end of another Christmas/New Year break. A new year is upon us, and work begins again.
This year may (or may not) bring changes, but for now, the grind will grind on.
Andy and I were laughing about the feeling of needing to psych up for work. Almost like the New Zealand rugby team performing the Hakka-
So, by way of my own little hakka, I wrote some words. Imagine them being performed by men like those above.
Scowl me out that stress-face
This holiday must fracture
Stoke the furnace, sound that bell
This man must manufacture
Scrape the windscreen, warm the car
Before we once again commute
What was that bloody password?
I must again reboot
A million unread e-mails
Have scleroted up my in box
The undrunk mug of coffee
Is waiting for a detox
There are those who are waiting
To mire me up in memos
Their words have little meaning
And even less good purpose
I should have been a cave man
His was a better planet
The things we folk must do
To slay this seasons mammoth
Smash some windows, kick some cats
Shout at the television
Tomorrow we must rise again
To earn some long division