Well, here we are at the end of a week on holiday, getting ready to go back to work in the morning... we’ve not been very lucky with the weather, but it’s been lovely to have a few days to ourselves.
I am now an expert in home furnishings, after Elaine has taken me on a (very slow) guided tour of most of the stores in the area. Fortunately, most now contain a coffee shop, especially for weary husbands and fortunately, the various pieces of cake I’ve scoffed have been offset by several visits to the gym.
We’ve also done quite a bit of chatting... I enjoy chatting, but I’m probably (definitely) better at worrying.
I’m not saying I’d like to return to my childhood, but hindsight does make you realise that there’s an awful lot to be said about the innocence and lack of responsibility that you have when you’re younger. It’s just a shame that you don’t appreciate that you should make the most of this time... because being an
adult can be bloody difficult.
Being a born worrier clearly doesn’t help... I swear I’d get anxious if I had nothing to fret about... but we seem to live in a materialistic age in which job security (or lack of...) and money are constant (and understandable) concerns for many families. I’m pretty good at worrying about emotional stuff too... especially when it comes to those who mean the most to me.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t panic all the time (I had a particularly good day back in March, I remember...), but there are certain times when the pressure of adulthood seems to weigh heavily on my round shoulders.
But in reality, I am lucky... I don’t have a bulging bank balance (although the adjective does describe my waistline), but I do have a wonderful wife and family, I do have my health, I do have a roof over my head and I do have a huge collection of Doctor Who DVDs...
Hopefully the secret of relaxation will be revealed sooner rather than later because no kid would ever believe how quickly the years fly by...
I'm going to have a glass of wine now... cheers!
All my own work... almost.