A pit-stop at the folks for a cup of tea on the way
home, leads to instructions on watering plants next week. They are off to
Greece for a week in the sun; nice work if you can get it, and possibly
something to look forward to, when Mrs P and I get to a certain age. Though,
maybe the world will have changed by then.
The afternoon brings gardening, cooking and giving the
ironing a body swerve. Then the eldest comes home to tell me, her and 14
friends are trying to find a convenient week to all go on holiday together next
summer, and when were we planning to go away. Help! Holidays are not a
conversation we usually have for another five or six months in this house. I’ve
gone from dreaming of being able to go to Greece at a moment’s notice, to being
expected to commit to a family holiday, time and destination in eleven months
time. It’s not happening, the eldest will just have to wait. After all we are
the parents, she is the child. Well for another 4 months anyway, but we’ll
cross that bridge when we get to it.
Yours not in the holiday spirit.
Jay
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