The tanks are empty

 I'd forgotten that the whole world goes on holiday at the end of July or so it seems.

I don't want to go on holiday. In fact I think I may hate holidays judging by the last two we've taken - covid, then out of date passport. Enough said.

Other people seem to love taking holidays which may explain why they keep going on them.

I may need to go on a course on how to overcome fear of holidays like the ones people go on who hate flying. This would involve advice on the following:

  • How to pack without taking up two whole all-consuming weeks of your life
  • Exposure to extreme heatwave conditions to encourage acclimatisation of the inevitable hell hole of a heatwave your about to encounter
  • Examination of statistical evidence to prove that he likelihood of contracting a potentially fatal tropical disease is less than 1%
  • How to accept that you will be sitting next to a screaming infant on the plane , or worse, a pack of drunken tarts singing karaoke for the entire duration of the 4 hour flight home.
  • A workshop on 'Managing your Expectations' to avoid that crushing blow when you arrive at your hotel to find that the site is crawling with builders who are undertaking the building of a new swimming pool which is due to open the week after you depart
  • Tactical advice on how to cope with an airport full of Love Island Wannabes false-eyelashed up their ludicrous eyebrows whilst you queue for a grim cup of overpriced coffee to see you through the 2 hour wait (or more) until boarding.

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