I don’t know about you, but the school holidays have me exhausted. All this getting up, chatting, doing things. Simply being with people all day. Listening, planning, participating. Fun and games.
I’m bumbling through, in a bit of a fog. A dopey, smiling fog (most of the time), but I’m of no use to man nor beast. I’m too busy looking for somewhere to sit down and put my feet up.
We went to a ‘Family Fun Park’ a few weeks ago.
(Did those words cause a cold hand of terror around your heart? A sweat on your upper lip? The beginnings of a migrane? Luckily, we’d been before and knew it was nothing to be anxious about, as long as we got there early. There is actual fun to be had.)
There were (deep breath) sheep and cows and ducks and go carts and a train and horses and llamas and rabbits and goats and hens and a fortress and a hay barn and, best of all, multiple traditional farm trampolines.
During most of the excitement (cousins make everything much more exciting) I was in the coffee shop, or on a bench in the sun, wondering if I should go go for a wander. Then deciding that a book and painkillers would be the better option.
I’ve got emails about my voluntary work; I wonder about those too- how long will it take my mind to work out what they’re about? Maybe I should go to a meeting? Perhaps a little ambitious, but it might remind my brain to focus.
Of course, we all know that before too long all the routines will be back to normal and I’ll be wondering why we never do anything together.
When I wake up.