July (a teasing taste of freedom)

I can't believe that it's been so long since I posted on this blog! I seriously need more hours in my day... and I've also decided I need a holiday. This hadn't occurred to me until last weekend when I did a flying trip (in every sense of the word) to Maroochydore on the Sunshine Coast for a literary breakfast. I arrived mid-afternoon Friday and was totally free until seven the following morning. No kids, no pets, no chores, no appointments or work or traffic or phone-calls or... anything. I spent the afternoon wandering along the main street and doing a little light shopping and then headed back to my seventh floor apartment overlooking the beach. Now, did I then venture out for a meal, and perhaps a night on the town? Not on your nelly. I picked up some supplies, had a shower and then sat in my pyjamas on the balcony eating loads of fattening foods while reading The Guernsey Literary and Potatoe Peel Pie Society (thoroughly recommended), and occasionally glancing out across the darkened coast and breathing in that fresh, invigorating taste of freedom. Which I've now realised tastes very much like a brisk breeze that's laced with salt and sand and sea. With just a splash of holiday and a dollop of leisure. Pure bliss.

But one night just wasn't enough. And now I want more.