Reflections from a sun lounger, Corfu, August 2018
Blue sky holiday musings in no particular order.
I need precisely 6 days to relax on holiday. That is how long it takes to find my chill and stop being short tempered when I have transplanted to somewhere new. On that basis, I conclude that the ideal summer holiday length is 14 days.
I will be 42 in a few weeks and I look it. I notice small changes in my body if I catch myself in the mirror and in certain photographs. The shape of my tummy, or arms, or the way that I stand seems unmistakably 40+. But it’s always a surprise, the brain never catches up, my self-image is stuck at around 30 years old.
I tried scuba diving. It made me feel slightly sick and claustrophobic.
Am I starting to fall out of love with alcohol a little? I feel a bit like I did in the years before I gave up smoking. Like it’s not serving me all that well, but I can’t imagine what life would be like without it.
Villa vs hotel? Hotel vs villa? Villa vs hotel?
The years I have spent hating my legs were an utter, utter waste of time. They are neither that good nor that bad, and no one could give a monkeys.
Why do I only play catch in the pool on holiday? Throwing a ball is very calming and rhythmic. I recommend a game of catch.
It is very easy to make people feel silly about social media. This sucks. No one should feel embarrassed or have to explain themselves for taking something seriously if it supports their work. I will write more about this.
Brits by the pool, Europeans on the beach.
I can only seem to read books anymore when I’m away from the distractions of home. I’m disappointed in myself and could pretend this is going to change when I get back but in all likleyhood, it will not.
The reason I have found time to write this is because my children have disappeared with their holiday friends. This is absolutely what I would have hoped for, but now I feel thoroughly redundant.
Even though I love my iPhone deeply and sincerely, at heart, I am a notepad person. They are very disorganised scribbled upon notepads, but they are the place where I can store my thoughts until a plan comes together.
Big pants bikini bottoms are the future for this 40 something. One piece swimsuits are just a huge pain when you go to the loo.
And what do you do when you get in a lift and there’s no one there? You dance.
A little while ago I interviewed Paul Johnston (the travel agent who organises our holidays) about how to get the best deals and where to look for good quality family breaks, this is a link to the post.