Friday 25 February 2011

Train of thought

I took Charlotte over to Beccles after lunch to meet a friend, with whom she will stay in Lowestoft for a few days and the Sage and I have had a quiet evening.  I've been watching a DVD and he's been watching eBay.  It's been a splendidly different week, I said to her that it was the ideal week for her to come as, rarely, I didn't have to work in the evenings.  Since I also have had some days out and so on, it feels as if I've had a holiday.

And that's made me think about holidays, and I've a suspicion I probably won't have one this year because there will be more lovely things going on here.  If I get to the stage of feeling impulsive, I might have a couple of days in London or somewhere, but no more.

And that reminds, me, I must book train tickets for a couple of visits to London.  The first one will be to see my friend Lynn.  She is having a book of poetry published and has invited me to the launch.  I thought, how jolly.  I haven't seen her for ages and would love to.  Then we'll be going to an auction - that is, the Sage will.  I shall go with him to view it a couple of days beforehand, but I shan't go to the sale itself.

I should get round to reading blogs again over the weekend.  Sorry I've not been about much.


Gledwood said...

Hey my friend came from Bungay and used to read the Beccles and Bungay Advertiser... whatever? Know that one?

Dave said...

Visiting London isn't a holiday. Well, not what I call a holiday, anyway.

Christopher said...

Well all this sounds splendid. As my grandfather, a lifelong lover of alliteration, used to say, 'From full endeavour follows a flowering of life'.

However he used to spoil the effect (?) of this rather by invoking Grimm's Law to suggest that the W of 'flowering' might with reason be pronounced 'ff', videSam Weller's W/V substitution. Thank you for folloffing this so far, if you have.

Z said...

There's the Beccles & Bungay Journal, which is the local weekly newspaper, and the Waveney Advertiser, which is the local free paper, Gledwood.

That you don't call it a holiday doesn't mean that it isn't a holiday, Dave. I like London and, more particularly, I like the museums and art galleries that I can visit there and nowhere else.

It's an interesting fact that many grandparents, having found a fact or expression that they like, repeat it at regular intervals. I wonder if it comes with the job, and so we're destined to follow suit, Chris?

PixieMum said...

Surely nowadays a holiday is doing something different from one's usual occupation.

So for those folk who live far beyond the M25 coming to London and enjoying the delights it is a holiday because it is different from life in the countryside and small market towns.

Because London is now so cosmopolitan, especially compared to when I started work aged seventeen and a half, it seems to us that in little over half an hour we are in another world.

Samuel Johnson's words come to mind too.


Dave said...

It doesn't offer much in the way of magnificent rugged mountains or rolling moorland though, does it? That's what I look for in a holiday, not crowds of humanity.

Z said...

Some people do find the busyness and crowds of central London difficult, of course. I love London, but I do find it tiring - although some of that is because I rush around to fit as much as possible in the day.

I like looking at views too, Dave, but I don't find plodding along a moor for miles much fun. All right for a day, but that's about it, it's all the same after that.

luckyzmom said... of the great experiences of my lifetime!