Bank Holiday

Returning to work today, I faced the usual round of questions about what I did with my Bank Holiday weekend.

Needless to say, I did what I do every Bank Holiday. I went and sat on the steps of my local branch of the National Westminster Bank in the high street, and read a 73-page leaflet on life insurance policies. I do not think banks should have days off.

I did not tell my colleagues this, though. No, I said that I went to IKEA with Mrs Colin, where we bought some Flurrhugurr shelf units and an ornamental plant stand. They thought that was very interesting.