We had an amazing time in France. We love campsite holidays and this was our fifth one, so I feel like we have it down pat at this stage. We dropped our snobbery about boxed wine, for example, and embraced the challenge of drinking five litres of Bordeaux.
The only downside to a self catering holiday where we packed our car with everything we needed and more than one thing I know now we can live without is the Putting Away of the Stuff on returning home. Countless loads of laundry and ironing, organising space for the 150 bottles of wine we came home with and restoring some order to the house took the better part of a week.
It’s good to get away, it’s good to get home but it’s still a lot of work. 100% worth it though.
…and I’ve been stopping to smell the roses, especially this one from our garden.
Along with the rose smelling, I’m getting through a gentle list of jobs and getting organised for our holiday next week. Whatever the psychology behind crossing things off a to do list is, it makes me more productive. Today’s jobs include sorting out a tiny mess in our sitting room and a much larger mess in my daughter’s room.
…was learning to read. I started reading “real” books at the age of six and I still reread some of the ones I enjoyed at that age to this day. Reading has always been one of my favourite things to do and I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t read any more. I was in our local library picking up a book I ordered and the ban on women reading in The Handmaid’s Tale popped into my head. I physically recoiled at the thought that could ever happen to me.
I’m currently reading Unsheltered and not particularly enjoying it and I’ve given myself permission to return it unfinished to the library later this week. I picked up a book on growing fruit and vegetables and another on editing life which is probably going to tell me nothing I know already but might kick start some organisation in areas I’ve been avoiding.
Rereading a Jane Austen collection is something I am very much looking forward to this summer. Some of my favourite holiday memories since I got married eight(!) years ago are reading outside our holiday home with my husband as the day turns into twilight. I’m always torn between revisiting old favourites or taking a chance on some new reads for our holiday. Last year I did a mix of old and new, which is something I think I’ll try again.