Hi everyone (including Coconut-Men, Moon-heads and P.)
I guess you can say I’m very much back in the saddle… and much as it’s well worn and familiar, there’s a significant reticence in wanting to do so. I think the best I can say is I was at work physically. 🙂
How was the holiday? Glad you asked. 🙂 Oh, and thanks for the well wishes BTW. Two fantastic weeks somewhere in the Med with no mobile telephones, computers or work. Just me, the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones and both nippers. Wee Man’s swimming has come on so much. It was a joy to see him swimming out into the sea (Ed: and making it back). Little Miss, well, she’s as brave as ever. Once she had her water wings on, she was jumping in with reckless abandon too. Mrs J was feeling fitter and looking cool with all the dog walking she’s been doing of late. If not leaping into the pool, we were on the beach building sand castles or paddling in the sea. We all slept well when we got back to the villa.
Those two weeks shot by. I remember landing and getting unpacked. Not long after that it was a Tuesday. I think I must have nodded off and then it seemed to be Friday and then…. only a day or two to go before we flew back. I guess it’s that old adage about time flies when you’re having fun.
One thing that struck my as I dozed in the warm sun, it wasn’t so much the travel, but that we’d left the clock behind. Sure, we still go up at a reasonable hour and yes, there were approximate times for lunch and tea. But really, we’d escaped the rush. There was no treadmill and for me at least, I think that was the best thing about the holiday. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t say I have a tough life, far from it in many ways, but I think we can all get a little tired of being against the clock. That feeling of almost constant rush to be somewhere or having completed something. Is this a modern thing or has it always been like this? Answers on a postcard to the usual place.
Having got back and managed to somehow feign interest through a week of work, it was time for a visit to the Chameleons massive and to catch up with friends. Thing is, and maybe it’s the weather / time of year, but the old T force seems to have slipped of late. Funny really. All those early years of panicking over trying to give up and then one day, you just shrug and don’t bother. I think it’s about six weeks since I last dressed up and honestly, I’m not sure I’m missing it at the mo. Maybe the Force will kick in as it’s three weeks until the next meeting. If it does, so be it. I’m feeling a lot more settled and I think I’m ready to reduce the tablets too. All in all, good news all round. The only thing to worry about is, will my tan last until then? 😉 Oh the vanity! 😛
[ Today’s lyric: Pricetag by Jessie J. ]