Philippa sent me off this morning with an apology, a
lunch that she had lovingly prepared, and a big kiss. What a way to start the
day! I think she must have realised that yesterday had gone a bit Loopyville
and reached out to repair the damage. It’s all good. I love her for her madness
and eccentricities as much as I love her for anything, and by God she has to
put up with some weird, obsessive, off-the-wall stuff from me, so I can’t
complain too much when she returns the favour occasionally.
I’m really looking forward to this holiday now. I
don’t care if it’s only a few miles away, once you’re on holiday you’re on
holiday. Close the caravan curtains and we could be anywhere. It would be nice
to have a Winter break abroad, but time on the beach would be awkward when
you’re changing nappies and trying to stop your infant from eating sand, and
would we want to be dragging him through the Hell of a flight when he’s too
young to understand what’s happening? No we wouldn’t. I’ve been on a plane with
uncontrollable children and it’s horrific for everyone involved. You end up
wanting to punch the parents in the face for displaying stupidity of such
gargantuan proportions and wanting to get the kid drunk just so they can pass
out and give you peace.
Anyway – there I go again, winding myself up about
something that isn’t even going to happen…
Haven’t decided yet if I’ll blog while we’re away.
The laptop will be in attendance but won’t need to be on. I’ve got everything
in hand workwise that needed to be in hand, so no-one should need to contact
me, unless it’s a real emergency, in which case they’ll phone. But that
shouldn’t happen - so much of my job now is being automated or farmed off to the
main Store Managers that it’s barely like a management job at all. But let’s
not start down that road again, or I’ll be getting wound up and ranting again.
Holiday Ahoy!!
RC 19-9-19
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