Work called me last week. They were up a certain creek with no means of propulsion or making way, and were panicking. Despite being very much on holiday, I did a little work from my parents' study, and in exchange, I recieved an additional day's annual leave.
This combined with the time off liberated by not needing holiday for the Christmas break by virtue of being a continent away and no longer an employee at the time, meant that I had enough holiday for another week off...so I'm taking it.
Now.
Another week at home on the Island with my brilliant family, in these surroundings...the horizons are made up of the hills and fields I've known since childhood, and there's nothing really to describe the feeling of a bright sunny breezy day in this decrepit little seaside town. The wind in the trees and the sun on the water, the gentle background rumbles and noise of the town...
That's worth more than money to me right now.
Although I had a bizarre dream last night. A sitcom set on a small fictional island, very much like the Isle of Wight, only smaller and more rural..only it was roughly where Staten Island is now. It was a cultural/class comedy with occasional visitors from Manhattan...la la la la. Odd dreams. I told you.
With this additional time off I intend to hit the beach, drink beer, swim in the sea, play snooker in a converted church, and slip in a good walk up out of the town one morning...to take in the sight of Ventnor nestled in the crook of the hills and sloping down to the sea as the sun richens and climbs in the sky.
The Last Stand of the Ventnor Underground Camel Corps
- more news on this story later in the week.
GitSlagBitch! I want more holiday :-)