August 4, 2011 § 6 Comments
Every year I go on holiday to the same place with my family. I often wonder if it is a bit of a sign of failure that as a middle-aged woman I am still not independent as far as holidays are concerned, and indeed whether that is the lot of the plankton?
Not that I am complaining. I am close to my parents and love being with the extended family, coming back to familiar territory year after year. Pleasure for its own sake.
And who knows? I may be walking on the beach one day and something – someone? – may happen when I am Least Expecting It (cf. earlier post about Least Expecting It).
But I kind of doubt it.
As I say, pleasure for it’s own sake, even though its raining.