Holiday. Now there’s a word. I was going on holiday. Twelve whole days of not having prepare meals, not having to wash up seventeen times a day, welcoming the co-parent back into the swing of things full-time, and hell, even having some cups of tea made for me. Bliss.
I packed my running kit, because I was determined to keep up with the new fitness regime that I rather stupidly took up only minutes before the season of eating and drinking to excess. I packed my laptop, so that I could write and blog and blog and write.
Fourteen days later, I have now unpacked after our (16 hour-long when it only should have taken 8 hours maximum) trip home. Running shoes have been installed back into the shoe cupboard as fresh as when they were stowed ready for the trip. My laptop has been unpacked again.
My chest and throat hurt a lot. My kids and I have been horrendously ill with bad colds and enduring coughs. “The Geezer” was also incredibly ill, but as always, took his dose in the manner of some kind of Terminator. He “power-napped” for an afternoon and that was pretty much the end of it. It must have been all those Gulf War drugs. I, on the other hand, have been sounding like Vera Duckworth for the best part of ten days.
Reading between the lines, you will probably sense that the trip may not have been all that successful. Actually, there were many great times during our jaunt to the UK. But, the trip also opened many cans of worms for me. It’s amazing how life can throw so much at you in just a few days.
I am struggling to write, as I am struggling to make sense of my thoughts. And this is what my blog is all about; my thoughts. I would just prefer to achieve some kind of clarity before I make my thoughts public. I reckon I’ll get there in the next day or two. As always, I have been scribbling phrases in my little orange book; little “seeds” or “eggs” that help me to formulate pieces of writing later on. I did this for the whole holiday. Picking my little book up now and trying to makes sense of it, however, is like trying to do a jigsaw puzzle; or trying to make orange and white again out of scrambled eggs.
If anyone knows of any kind of special utensil for that, please let me know….in the meantime, I’ll plod on with the unpacking, downing soluble Vitamin C, sipping on Lemsip (what an apt name…) and try to feel halfway human again….
I’ll give you the nod when I’m back in the land of the sensible…
