They will be gone a total of eight weeks. I'm not sure how I will handle Fridays without them (they have been looking after Little Miss 4 on Fridays for 4 years) but that is a post for another day.
To say I am envious is an understatement.
It got me thinking - "I really would love a holiday".
My idea of a holiday is sitting on a secluded beach under a tree with a gentle warm breeze blowing, reading a book, sipping cocktails and enjoying a tapas plate.
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I have friends who have very different ideas of what a holiday is.
One is an adventurer. He thinks that when you go on a holiday you have to be risking your life in some way. He has swam with sharks, walked to Mt Everest base camp, trekked in Africa and toured the Middle East.
Another one is a camper. She packs up her family, heads into the middle of nature, pitches a tent, cooks on the camp fire and shits in the woods. Her idea of a shower is hanging something to a tree and hoping for the best.
Others are sightseers. They go places to look at stuff. The biggest this, the largest that. This museum and that art gallery.
Of course these holidays also have their appeal. But at the moment I really want to be sitting on a beach, reading a book, sipping a cocktail and eating tapas.
