Holiday Cold Turkey
It’s two weeks and four days since I came back from holiday. Not that I’m counting …
I spent a week in very sunny Montenegro, apart from the last day when it rained like it was going out of fashion, with nothing to do but eat, sleep, swim and sunbathe. With a spot of toddling along a cliff path in a shallow attempt at athleticism, and some exercise of the right arm when raising wine glass to lips, thrown in.
The strange thing was that for a couple of days I couldn’t get used to the fact that, for once in my busy life, there was NOTHING that I had to do. No timetable where I had to be anywhere (apart from at the airport to catch the plane home), be responsible for anyone or, praise the Lord, do any cleaning. Just one big great fat nothing.
Once I’d got this into my head and stopped looking at my watch to see what time it was, and quit feeling guilty that I was flicking through a tacky gossip mag on the beach instead of doing something productive with my time, it was heaven.
Now I’m back in the real world I guess that this quick five minute time out to write a blog entry is my anarchic (!!) way of reclaiming a tiny bit of that holiday spirit. There are lots of things I should be doing, and I will do them. But here’s to my next short break – New York in November. I’m getting withdrawal symptoms for holidays already!