I'm working on it

I’ve been away for a week, and it was a good week in almost every respect – but, gosh, it’s good to be back and treading the well-worn path of my daily life. Of course just over a week ago that’s exactly what I was desperate to escape, the well-worn path having become like a muddy rut and the various obligations of my day standing in the way like little stumbling blocks.

But perhaps this holiday was a little ambitious with nine nights spread over six different beds. There was the brief respite of one bed for four nights in Devon, courtesy of the in-laws, but the rest was all geographical non sequiturs and out-of-the-way stopovers (Cambridge for one reason, Suffolk for another).

So it was an unlikely holiday and itinerary in one sense, though it did take us to see the people we wanted to see. But now that I’m back, normal life seems like a particularly pleasurable and easy thing to lead, and even the to-ing and fro-ing to London seems like a gentle stroll. Better still, those ruts have turned back to well-honed pathways and those little stumbling blocks, seen in this new and better light, are nothing more than the warp and weave of normality. In short, I’m wallowing in predictability, familiarity and the finely tuned infrastructure of my very own life.

So the holiday has done its job and spewed me back into Lewes recharged, refreshed and content. The problem is, it’s less than four weeks to the next holiday, and I’m not sure I’ll be ready in time. But I’m working on it.