During Cancer we couldn't have holidays. As I was on half pay, and hadn't met the man in my life yet, we were only reliant on my salary, and as I have three children, I didn't have the financial resources, or the energy to go anywhere. We stayed in London working on the house, moseying around reading books, and the girls would arrange to go and see their friends, and have friends back to the house as well.
Having just come back from two weeks in the sun, I have vowed that should I be in the same circumstances again, I will never forgo the holiday. I may go and stay with a friend, or house sit, or beg a couple of rooms somewhere but I will go away.
The foreigness of somewhere else, the soul, body and mind needs the refreshment of change, I think. I feel revitalised, that work, the house, the clamouring voices of the washing, ironing, cleaning have all been left behind. To have the sheer luxury to lie, cream coated, on a sun lounger to read for nearly two weeks has been incredible.
And it is always so lovely to come in through the front door, and recognise the value of home.
How lucky we are...