Well that’s us booked our summer holiday for 2009! Talk about organised? Yesterday morning sharp Gail and I popped into the local agent and came out with a booking. We’ve become the grabbers of good holiday deals over the last couple of years and this one’s a cracker. It’s the last holiday we’ll get with the heavily discounted prices for children (under 13), so we picked something a little bit special – a two week Mediterranean cruise taking in Majorca, Sardinia, Italy, Sicily, France, and Spain. Gail’s excited already – even before we go on THIS year’s holiday. As for 2010 – that’ll be us back to caravanning around the UK.
That tapas lunch on Friday gave me major problems with my bottom on Saturday, i.e., it wouldn’t stop doing things of its own accord. My stomach was less than fine for most of the day, and although I felt generally alright, something just wasn’t ok – down there – for the whole day. I’m not sure what it was, but my suspicions lie with the baby Octopussy’s.
I worked in the garden most of the day, as I did today, but things transpired to make my time as difficult as possible while I worked. On Saturday the sun was shining, then it would get cloudy and cold, then it would rain. Suddenly, the sun would come back out and it would be roasting hot again, and so the cycle would continue: hot and sunny, cloudy, rain. This made cutting the grass impossible, and doing the weeding just a touch messy.
Today, the lawnmower caught fire half-way through cutting the lawn. There I was walking along and whistling under the sun, when I suddenly found myself choking on smoke and the garden filling with the smell of burning electrics. I turned the mower off and waited for it to cool, but it wouldn’t start again. So I have half a mown lawn; the rabbits will have to complete the other half.
Trimming the evergreen hedges cut my arms to buggery – I’m definitely getting a fence in to replace them at some point. They are such a pain the – arms.
With today being Father’s Day, I woke up to the delivery of a card and present from Laura. The gift: a book all about the origins of the different types of curry, and how to make them all from scratch. I think she’s trying to tell me something.
We had a family dinner at the Peacock Inn out at Newhaven – my choice – where I had a Whale (2 large battered haddock fillets and small portion of chips), an apple crumble with custard, and a pint of lager. Good, fresh, wholesome, British seaside food in a comfortable and friendly atmosphere. No airs, no graces, no pretensions – just nice.
Of course afterwards I was almost too full to walk. My diet has meant I can’t eat as much as I used to – well I can, it’s just more of a struggle – and I had to leave the restaurant with my belt undone. My family are used to that kind of thing, so fear not.
Back to work tomorrow. This week’s priorities: final editing on Slick, my two new chapbooks, new short story, and website clients.
I’m ready to book my 2009 vacation…our first…but I have to wait just a bit longer since Disney World doesn’t accept 2009 bookings at this time. I’m glad you had a nice Father’s Day!