Last year’s holiday – Rosemary has shorter hair, Eleanor has longer hair, and I’m a little bit thinner (I think!)
We’re off on Sunday for a week’s holiday in France. And, as always, this means we’re working like very crazy megalomaniacs trying to get everything finished in time – including, as usual, the gazillion last-minute things every client and their sister needs us to absolutely finish by the end of this week, because one week’s delay would cause the world to explode.
(I’m waiting for one thing to upload and another to download, while I write this, by the way. I am not slacking off to read eight or nine different social-networking sites.)
I just discovered that the cottage doesn’t have wi-fi. In my head it had wi-fi. Possibly because the one where we stayed last year did, possibly because one of the others we looked at did. I am now starting to get jittery about spending a week without internet access. No checking G+, Facebook, Twitter, Blogger.Ed, BritMums every couple of hours between tasks, no catching up on blogs, no using my phone to upload photos to Facebook and Twitter (not to G+ yet – do hurry up and make a Windows Phone app, please, guys!), no random searches of the internet for information, no Upsy Daisy and Charlie and Lola to *cough* babysit *cough* amuse the children.
Instead, there will be lots of time to read, to write (yes, it is possible to write without the internet, actually), to run, to swim, to play with the girls, to chat to Chris and his parents, to eat delicious food and drink red wine and eat cheese.
OK. I’ll probably have a lovely time, won’t I?
[And, yes, there will be someone in the house, so I feel safe telling the world we’ll be away.]
How would you feel about a week without the internet? Are you off on holiday somewhere this summer, or are you making your own fun at home?