Why is it that by the time it comes to going on holiday I'm almost too tired to go. Why is it that I have an almost primeval need to put my house in order, both metaphorically and actually?
I've been writing a list for the last five days, containing all the things I need, or feel I need to do before I go, the laugh is that I'm only going for five nights, mind you the luggage tells another story. I must admit to a sense of achievement every time I cross off an entry on my list, if only I didn't add another three things each time.
Today I've done the last wash, I now have an empty laundry basket - that will not last - The ironing is up straight. Oh yes and I've done the gardening even down to pruning the shrubs. Elsie has been taken to the kennels. Petrol has been purchased, packing has been done. I have nothing left on my list. I have binned it.
Apart from clothes, wash bags etc. I have packed two novels, paints and paper, and two embroidery projects. I'm not sure wether I'm hoping for good weather or not. I really am looking forward to this break, the last few months have been busy and stressful one way and another. We are lucky in knowing the hotel and surroundings will not disappoint. So folks it's off I go.
But I will just write one more short list before bed to remind me of the last minute things I need to pack.
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If you must have one more list, it should only have one entry on it: "Have a great time on holiday."
ReplyDeleteEnjoy a relaxing break - you both deserve it.
With love
M, N & J