Two things are on my mind today.
One: Half term breaks and the impossibility of taking spontaneous short holidays. Everyone in England — EVERYONE — everyone with school aged children — has holiday at the same time. So if you want to go anywhere — ANYWHERE — during breaks, you must book not weeks but months in advance — perhaps years. Perhaps generations. The whole country is booked next week. I was warned about this but I did not believe. I was a fool. Can you imagine this happening in the US? “Hello, I’d like to visit Colorado next week.” “Sorry, the state is booked, no more room. Try Utah.”
What do people do, if they want to do something at the last minute — the spur of the moment — when the fancy strikes them? Lesson learned: plan ahead. A long, long way ahead.
Two: Can someone I know please rent this house? I’ve fallen in love with it for no good reason, and I’d like to sit in your kitchen and sigh dreamily.
