Holidays fly by

There is a bunch of St Joseph's lillies on the table next to me. My mother brought them over about a week ago, in the middle of my holidays. They were still buds then, and opened slowly, petal-by-petal, allowing their beautiful fragrance to waft through the house. They are over now, petals litter the table, leaving blood-red pollen-filled stamens staring nakedly down at the fronds that made up their skirts, slowly curling up in the heat.

I go back to Real Work tomorrow and I am not ready yet. I just don't wanna. I feel like one of those lillies, staring miserably down at my beautiful long Summer holiday days, a thing of the past now. I am trying very hard to force myself to revel in a new year at work, be excited, anticipatory. But I'm finding it a bit hard.

Let me stop being a miseryguts and be off into the sunshine to frolick for my last day of the holidays, shall I?