It’s half-term, so what?

That’s “school speak.”

I know because my wife is a lecturer… not a teacher… a lecturer. Almost the same, not quite.

But half-term means nothing to me. I don’t get a holiday unless I am willing to stop working and go unpaid for a set period of time.

I could do with a holiday. The last eight months of pandemic influenced life has ground me down to the point where I need a holiday, then some actual fulfilling work, a bit less disorganisation and maybe some appreciation. Failing that, whiskey will do.

It’s half-term, so what?