I have a yearning for some more summer holidays. I returned to a relatively empty city and workplace yesterday. The temperature was in stark contrast to my time up north. It is funny that usually I take an extra week off work and spend all summer (3 weeks) break in the lower South Island. It means that I can't wait to get back to friends and the relative warmth of Wellington. It also makes returning to work easier. This time I split my two weeks between Invers and Hawkes Bay and didn't get round to planning an extra week of holiday. Because I was in the sunny Hawkes Bay and I only took two weeks holiday, it has been harder than usual getting back into work.
I still have plenty of summer left and holidays owing, so hopefully I will go somewhere else for a break.
Final point. What is this year called? We spent the last 10 years calling the year two thousand and something, yet a century ago it was 1905 (nineteen 0 five). Next year will it be twenty eleven or two thousand and eleven? It is probably easier to say twenty whatever, but it is an interesting conundrum which I was querying two months ago, yet the Dominion Post wrote an article today. The year William conquered was 1066 not one thousand and sixty six.