Somebody once said that the only things in life that are certain are death and taxes. The other thing that comes to mind are holidays. Yes they too must come to an end sooner or later. The time will come when you have to say goodbye to your holiday home or hotel room and hand it over to some other lucky holidaymaker. As you, the reader reads this, I will be well into my first day back at work, yes, Saturday – what a day to go back to work!
All holidays end with a certain amount of sadness, saying goodbye to new friends and acquaintances. Leaving behind memories of lovely places, beaches, or resorts. I’ve spent almost a month in France; three weeks in the Cher region and a final five days in the Loire valley in a place called Doué la Fontaine.
I began my holiday with a few set tasks to complete; in fact, here’s a quick scan through my itinerary, both the planned version and the actual:
08:00 AM Planned. Into the lounge with my laptop for some creative writing. Starting off with any blog post ideas then straight into my follow-up novel. Hoping to get a good few pages cranked off.
08:00 AM Actual. Sleeping.
10:00 AM Planned. Cup of tea and slice of toast.
10:00 AM actual. Still sleeping.
11:00 AM Planned. Cup of tea.
11:00 AM actual. Cup of tea.
11:30 to 12:00. Planned: More writing.
11:30 to 12:00. Actual: Sip tea while checking e-mails, surfing facebook and pinning various pictures to Pinterest.
12:00 to 01:00 Planned: Lunch.
12:00 01:00 Actual: Breakfast.
01:00 to 02:00 Planned: Swimming.
01:00 to 01:30 Actual: Swimming. 1:30 to 02:00 reading.
02:00 to 16:00 Planned: writing.
02:00 to 16:00 Actual: Dozing, reading and swimming.
16:00 to 17:00 Planned: Swimming
16:00 to 17:00 Actual: Swimming/ reading/ sleeping.
17:00 to 21:00 Planned: Barbecue preparation, lighting, cooking and dining.
17:00 to 21:00 Actual: Pouring of wine, barbecue preparation, lighting of barbecue, pouring of more wine. Drinking wine. Cooking and dining. Drinking wine.
21:00 to 22:00. Planned: Editing and review of days work.
21:00 to 22:00. Actual: Wine, chatting and Facebook surfing.
Looks like the follow up novel may have to wait until next year. C’est la vie as the french say. . .