I get really irritated...

When you have a horriday no one actually celebrates in the sense it is supposed to be celebrated. Like going to church. It's Christi HimmelfahIrt... Christ's fahrt to heaven. People are supposed to be out there having processions down the main drag, or something. Instead, I have loud neighbours drunk and keeping me from sleeping, because whatever my departed and beloved mother said... it is not a 'holy day of obligation', and I don't believe in it, and thank her for telling me 'When you're sixteen, you can decide for yourself.'

No, I don't like horridays at all.