as a kid, holidays tended to be either in my aunties caravan at cleethorpes, or in my uncles borrowed tent.
as i got older, it then changed to accompnying my parents to cub camps as a helper. (they’d both become leaders)
hotels were a no no….we just didn’t do hotels.
the first time i did stop in a hotel it was in the isle of arran with the junior school.
even at comprehensive, when we went to france we camped!
but i’m in one now, as i type this, so forgive me if i am a bit giddy, it is a novelty!
ok, it’s only in bradford.
ok, i’m on union business (training course)
but i tell you something. i won’t get too jealous the next time the enemy is away on company business……cos it may be ok when you are actually doing what it is you are there for, but theres also a hell of a lot of sitting around doing absolutely nothing.
which is why i’m writing this now. i’ve been in the bath. ive had a brew. i am wating for the clock to wind round to 7pm when it’ll be time to go down for dinner….then a few drinks, then back here.
mahjong it is then…..