Holiday Schmoliday
All this talk about holidays lately—whether you are missing your fortnight on the Costa Del Sol, or arguing about the definition of the word ‘staycation’—got me thinking that I might try actually having one. So I arranged for all my teaching commitments to be postponed for a week, leaving the whole Easter weekend free.
To do what?
Aha! You see, I hadn’t actually thought it through. I hadn’t stopped to notice that ALL of my voice coaching clients have their lessons on Fridays, Saturdays and Mondays. And I had managed to completely forget that I hate holidays. That’s how long it is since I took one.
So here I am, Easter Monday, with only half a day left of my so-called holiday to figure out what on earth my non-existent plan consisted of. But I can tell you this: I’ve written the next episode, “Saving Grounds”, I’ve had a wonderful picnic in my garden with a couple of friends. Nibbles with Prosecco. I highly recommend it. I’ve kept the local wood pigeons fed and entertained, from their new feeding house next to the window by my desk. I’ve written half a song and two-thirds of a poem. I’ve made my first batch of coconut yoghurt. And I’ve a pretty good idea how the next two episodes will start. No idea where they will end up, because I never do. And I had a wonderful long catchup call with a dear friend, six months younger than me, who happily, defiantly, proudly refers to herself as ‘old’.
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Stay safe!
