Back to Work!

That has to be a depressing turn of words 'back to work'. But alas my weeks break is over, and tomorrow I put on my stupid monkey suit and make my way down the road to work. My week was mostly unusual because I was totally committed to doing as little as possible, not out of laziness, but a genuine need to rest.
                                                              Its a damn cold night, the cats both retired to my bed to day, that's a first?, and for reasons I still have not quite figured out, a veritable flock of Canadian geese were munching there way on the grass at 'Quinton Pool' this afternoon, perhaps its not cold enough for them to fly home yet?, or the opposite?!. I have bought my own Goose for Christmas, it should be more than enough for me and Maximus, and anyone who may pop in?. It will I suspect be a quiet Christmas.