Back to normal. Work calls and there is no ignoring it. Nose to the grindstone, elbow grease, best foot forward…
But, just before all that malarky, there was just time to squeeze in a birthday celebration so we headed off for a couple of nights at our favourite hotel. It was here we could partake of that which is not ordinarily allowed, like alcohol. Not to excess, of course, just enough to know we’ve had a drop and feel the pleasant effects. There was much feasting on the fruits of the sea, fish and shell fish in abundance and it all kicked off with a crab-fest starter. There was some lazing by the pool, some lazing by the sea, some lazing on the beach and some lazing on the lawn. A pleasant little man attended to our every whim, cold flannels, iced water, iced watermelon and some cold, cold beer with a slice of lime stuffed in the bottle neck. There was some continued lazing on the lazy river, in the pool, in the splash pad and under the fountain. Soaking up the sun, skin red raw and beginning to blister, we supped every ounce from this last, summer holiday moment.
Even as the sun set, the warm evenings kept us poolside with scant regard for any biting insects that may, or may not, wish to feast on us. It was just like the last day of a glorious British summer, recognisable as the very last chance to be outside in the warm sunshine where it would remain light until a reasonable evening hour. Of course, none of that applied to us because we know it will always be about 30 degrees Celsius and daylight until bedtime – but we knew it was time to say goodbye to our ‘holiday heads’ for this year. It was getting dark but we swam and swam until we could swim no more.
We sang the familiar ‘Happy Birthday’ tune, ate a little cake, drank a little wine, stuffed ourselves on some really great food, then headed off to be transported by sleep into yet another day, where the reality of life and busy work schedules were waiting.
It was time.