Lookingonthebrightside’s Weblog

I never used to enjoy going on holiday much. It was never really worth the effort. Usually it was one long trauma. Me and my friend (who I live with) have some ‘fond’ memories (NOT) of specific attempts at relaxing away from home for a few days many moons ago. One such vacation involved driving round for hours on end in search of a chemist and buying up enough Kalms to bring a herd of elephants to a standstill. Didn’t bring me to a standstill on that occasion. Unfortunately. For both of us.

Nowadays I enjoy going on holiday. Thanks in part to a little caravan off ebay. I reupholstered the cushions in fabric I like and made curtains to match. I put a few bits and pieces from home inside. Before going away the first time, we spent a couple of nights in the caravan at the bottom of our garden. It was bloody freezing. Did the trick though. We’ve been away in it loads now. It’s home from home. I do get anxious at times. But if it gets a bit more than I’m comfortable with, I can sit in the caravan with the curtains shut and I’m basically back in a place I’ve been loads of times and know really really well. I don’t even take a bottle of kalms these days.

Thankfully my ever so slightly wierd friend doesn’t mind. She doesn’t have any desire to venture outside of the UK anyway.

Tomorrow we go away for three nights. I’ve sorted out some bits and pieces to do. Some reading for my course. I might or might not look at it. I don’t have to. And some crafty stuff to get on with. It’s a lovely little campsite. And there’s a couple of little villages nearby. With pretty shops.

(Just for the record, I don’t sit there for three days with the curtains shut pretending I’m at the bottom of my own garden).