What is it about me and song titles?
Well did the holiday thing and I think I can safely say I never want to holiday alone again.
Good points: doing your own thing; not having to put up with anyone else’s travelling foibles; not having anyone moan at you about your travelling foibles.
Bad points: excruciating loneliness; not speaking to anyone who was not in a service industry and therefore being paid to speak to me; social leprosy connected to being a single female on holiday.
I did get some rest and relaxation. Had very nice spa treatments. Read lots of books. I was also proud of myself that I didn’t hide in my room. I went out every night and had dinner (thank heavens for the Sunday Times and its plethora of magazines - handy dining companions). Also had a lot of time to make endless observations about the foibles of the British abroad - they are a horror! But that’s possibly the subject of another blog.
I love that song - it reminds me of school discos! But that’s an aside.
Yes, it’s the final countdown to my terrifying holiday ON MY OWN. I have very mixed emotions about it really. I am very nervous about going away on my own - mainly it’s the eating meals alone and feeling like a total Billy No Mates. I am also upset and angry that I’ve been put in the position where I have to go away on my own and every time I think of the holiday, I think of the circumstances that brought me to this point and just want to cry, scream and shout at the world for being so unfair. But, I do need this break. Apart from my gums giving up, my kidneys have become a nusiance, my head is constantly pounding and a proper night’s sleep is a far off concept that I vaguely remember from 2005.
I hope I will be able to rest - although that’s pinning an awful lot on to 5 days. Luckily I’ve already booked some treatments so being pampered should help.
The down turn in the weather is also cheering me. You know what it’s like, you always want your holiday to have better weather than at home. I’m also hoping the drizzle keeps up next week so that my pear tree doesn’t frazzle.
So it’s time for some Sangria and a concerted effort to be a chirpy jolly soul that people might want to have a drink with of an evening, if not, I’ll be tuning into BBC World News rather too often and honing my Sudoku skills. I’ll let you know how it went when I get back.
I am not, by nature, an abstemious person. I drink fat Coke, will never turn down a drink and will always order chips if they’re on the menu.
However, at the moment, I’m on the wagon due to some very nasty antibiotics to clear up my very nasty gum infection. Very naughtily I normally ignore all advice about not mixing drugs and alcohol but recent salutary advice from the Chocolate and Vodka website tells me this would be very stupid when taking metronizadole. This just goes to prove that people don’t listen to men in white coats but are much more willing to take advice from a bunch of people they don’t know but who sound as if they’re the sort of people you’d listen to!
Two more days on the wagon and then I fully intend to celebrate quite hard before going back to the dentist and having icky repairs done to the damage this infection has left in my mouth.
