Here we are again. Another long and lazy Bank
Holiday weekend looming up in front of me.
Wonderful. Who could want for more? James Bond
movies on TV, chocolate eggs to stuff myself with
and lie-in mornings with days full of adventure
await me. I like holidays. They're the perfect
excuse for doing nothing. Or everything.
Anything you want to. No work, no boss, no clock
watching, no pressure. Just taking things easy
and relaxing hard.
I plan to visit friends and relatives, and if the
weather is warm I'll be out in the garden doing
some landscaping (well, I'll start pulling out the
weeds and see how far I get!). I'll go walking on
the beach on spring fresh mornings, throwing rocks
for the dog into the breaking waves, rocks which
he'll chase but never catch because he doesn't li
ke getting wet, and we'll leave our footprints and
pawprints in the damp clammy sand as evidence of
being there. It isn't a pretty beach. It's the
kind of beach that should be in a Catherine
Cookson book with it's brooding cliffs and coal
dust shoreline. I'll collect beach rocks and
pebbles and paint mini masterpieces on them,
transforming them from grey dead stones into
living things; a ladybird, a frog, an Easter
bunny. I'll do some shopping and treat myself to
something nice (Guinness? Chocolate cake?)
because, well, just because it's a holiday
weekend.
I'll go to the theatre and stay out late with no
worries of trying to beat the alarm clock in the
race to wake up the next morning. I'll give
presents of chocolate to my niece and nephew,
making their mother despair as yet another sugar
rush kicks into her toddlers. I'll give my mother
some flowers and she'll give me one of her
frowning looks, to say "you know you shouldn't
have..." but she'll be pleased I did, all the
same. I'll be playing with my new puppy,
housetraining it, and hoping she won't bite all
off all of the daffodil heads from my flowers in
the garden. I'll be stretched out on the sofa
watching whatever blockbuster movie is there for
my viewing pleasure (make it a James Bond... please!)
and most of all, I'm going to
enjoy this long holiday weekend every which way I
know how. And I hope you do too. Happy Easter.
Glenda Young is also the writer of the
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