The Portuguese mini break was an utter success, thinking about it, there were a few key components to this one.
- Flying from a local airport
- Having a convenient and nice place to stay
- Great company
- Delicious food
- No real agenda
- Avoid reading the news; specifically about Trump or Brexit
I was able to ignore my standard list of jobs for a few days and I was happy! It also amazes me that I really can’t recognise that I needed a break until I come back from one.
Back to reality, it’s cold, the house is not quite tidy and I have a lot to do this weekend…
- Household chores
- The endless jobs
With all of these lists in mind, I was sad to hear about the death of Scott Hutchinson [ Frightened Rabbits] it feels to me that we are all putting an untold amount of pressure on ourselves to be successful and brilliant all of the time. This manifests itself in many ways, me with my lists, endless activities for our children, looking effortlessly perfect all of the time, it’s never ending. We have to ask who are we doing this for and why? If we don’t care enough about our own wellbeing, why on earth should anybody else?
#livingthedream #backwithabump #mentalhealthawareness
Airports. Apparently a gateway to sunny climates, new adventures and relaxing holidays…
Well, this may be true, but not until you have successfully felt like you have been tortured and everything that you have so carefully packed is indeed WRONG.
Further exasperated by delightful airport officials explaining the virtues of a plastic bag and why their plastic bag is the right one and that I could use my own but,
I would not pass go and I would go straight to jail!
I used the bag she gave me. I was not going to give up at the first hurdle.
Having successfully boarded the plane, feeling slightly smug about not letting in to pay to sit next to Mr. Deau and having a spare seat next to me, my delight was short lived.
I very quickly found myself sandwiched between 2 very sweaty people who could not put down their arm rests and WORSE than this, their skin touching mine! #getmeoutofhere! #personalspaceplease #sunshine
While contemplating voluntarily standing for 4 hours, I was rescued by a phone call from Mr. D explaining he was the only man on his row. I should join him. I did and promptly, much relief all round!
#loveholidays #minibreakherewecome #afternoonnap #getmeadrink
Hurrah it’s Friday evening, I made it. I am still cream crackered and still have an enviable to do list.
- Make dinner
- Pack for mini’s school trip next week, convince her she does not need ALL of the stuff on the list
- Pack for my own mini break next week #throw some clothes into budget airline suitcase
- Pack for swimming tomorrow
- Buy a couple of “thoughtful” gifts from the supermarket
- Make myself look presentable. Instant tick, this only requires brushing my hair…
- Mow the lawn, I hear the sun is shining in the UK next week. Don’t even get me started!
I have some thoughts about the local elections. They were not all bad and it appears that some post Brexit balance has finally being restored. Having said that, the first time I really acknowledged our local councillors was when they sent their glossy,
“vote for me ” paraphernalia through the post.
How long can any political party continue to expect support when the only time we see them, is when they need us?
Do they really wonder why there is such little support for them, when truly, we the public don’t know what they do for us? I wonder, for those of us that vote, how long they can expect our enduring loyalty? As for those that don’t, are they only canvassed when there is a scramble for power?
Not to end on a sour note, there is no getting away from the fact that it is indeed Friday and we (in the UK) have a bank holiday AND it is warm enough to abandon the 100 denier tights! #lifeislookingup
Also this beaut arrived, I love it!