Making a Day of It

Those were the days, of course. You could tell by the way they tended to start in the morning and went on through midday into the afternoon and later, if they felt up to it, most of them would have a fairly good stab at an evening, with some of them even managing to make a night of it.

Obviously, not all of them made it, some of them struggled to get going in the morning. Almost as if all that effort of getting the sun to rise at dawn wore them out, so they would fall back into the night exhausted, never really making it out from under the duvet unless there was a halfway decent old black and white film on TV in the afternoon.

Some of them, though, made the effort: giving us a day we could – if we so desired – remember forever. It always gives people a bit of a boost when they open the curtains and see the day has made a bit of an effort. It doesn't have to be a bright warm sunny day. Some winter days with a fresh layer of snow sparkling in the crisp winter sun can seem worthwhile. Spring and autumn too can have fine days that linger long in the memory.

It is those rather dull days that never seem to get going that are the disappointing ones, the ones that make you feel you are living through Carlisle on early closing day, they are the ones that need to pull their socks up and - at least – try to be decent days.