My local newspaper's website is predicting a "busy bank holiday weekend", but as I look out of my window here in Brighton, there is a strong wind, the sea is rough, it's damp, and indoors I have my heater on.
I can understand why people like the idea of a three day weekend. I just can't understand why they think it is only possible if they all take it at once, when Vince Cable's BISness tells them to. Wouldn't they prefer some choice in the matter? Is there really such a strong Herd Instinct? (I must read Trotter's The Instincts of the Herd in Peace and War).
Mr Cable's control over public holiday dates (there is no entitlement - it's your employer who decides whether or not to shut up shop)is a very mixed blessing for somewhere like Brighton. If the sun shines, the city does a lot of business; and if it doesn't, it doesn't.
Nearly everything is open here in Brighton, except banks and public services, with shops and restaurants crossing their fingers that locked-out workers will head for the city, whatever the weather. If the weather continues like today's, many will stay at home on Monday.
British public holidays are a demented system. They don't even give second-best to the workers they supposedly benefit.