Friday and it travel day back home from holiday. I am up early and clearing things away. I shower and then I and my partner have a simple breakfast. In the clearing away I break a mug for which we leave a note apologising. We empty the bins and try to leave the place the best we can. My partner leaves a note in the guests book and then we load the car. We have decided to leave early to avoid traveling later in what the weather people say is going to be hot. So at 09:30 we drive off. I decide to stop as soon as possible to fill the tank, which we do after the first fifteen minutes. My plan is to get to Bristol and then have a break. Its a plan I am forced to ditch 20 miles short of Bristol, the journey has been slow with a lot of stop start periods. We have a short break at about 12 o’clock and move swiftly on eating sandwiches on the move.
The rest of the journey is a slow drive with a lot of stop start periods, eventually we get some clear road as we get relatively close to home. After five and half hours of focused driving we finally get home. Before we empty the car we have a coffee in the garden and take a breath. The car gets emptied, I unpack and I get my washing in. This of course means I have to rearrange my ice hockey jersey collection as I need to integrate my two new birthday jerseys. I put all my coyote jerseys together thinking ahead about future videos to be made.
I walk down to the chemists and pickup my monthly drug prescription. Monday is my jab day so I will be taking paracetamol in preparation over the weekend. Its a real downer to be doing this after such a successful holiday. Once back I stow my drugs and set about watering the pots in the garden. Once again I have returned to a garden that gives me new gifts. A few are below:
Early evening and we eat and watch the English women beat the Northern Irish 5-0. By the end of the match I am spoonless and have nothing left. I shall take my meds and then slowly make my way to bed with a new book to read. It is another present from an old friend. E. F. Benson’s Mapp and Lucia is going to be my next book. I am left feeling that I would have liked to have stayed on holiday for another week by the sea. Just watching the ocean would be sufficient.
