Holidays

This post is by way of an apology for hardly doing any blogging over the last couple of weeks - not even reading anyone else's. The truth is that I am coming close to finishing a job which - what with the tremendous heat that I have been baking myself in over the period - has proven harder work than I optimistically thought it would be and has taken a lot longer than I optimistically thought it would too.

I get home exhausted, then immediately begin cooking. After eating all I am capable of doing is sitting in a chair watching rubbish TV and drinking chilled rosé wine. I am now remembering how much I used to look forward to weekends when I was younger.

Instagram is easier. A photo or two and a few words is all that is expected of you. I have one Instagram friend who is permanently on holiday. In the Summer she is trolling around expensive resorts and in the Winter she maintains her tan by skiing in the higher expensive resorts. She used to be a travel agent and once sold us a holiday in Turkey.

Instead of explaining how absolutely awful Bodrum is, she discreetly asked us if we had ever been there before, then said, 'A lot of YOUNG people go there'. That was too subtle a hint for me. She made her commission I suppose. She married a rock star who sadly died a few years ago, and has been running around the world (while we have been arranging our own holidays)  ever since.

Personally, no matter how good the holiday is I usually look forward to getting home after about two weeks. I find holidays very hard work ever since I gave up lying on beaches all day. 

Shortly I will be resuming my semi-retired status and wandering into the workshop mid-morning to do a couple of hours either side of a one hour lunch break, and you may hear more from me. I might even have a holiday.