Put me on my death bed right now and I would spend most of my time snivelling and trying to get sympathy. In between, if you were silly enough to ask, I would probably recount my life in journeys. Student debt to solvency, single to happily married, starting points, turning points, aspirations. You know, the big stuff. I might not mention which particular diet fads worked or didn't work. I may not remember that mistake I made at work which was not significant but for which I spent nearly an entire week mentally crippling myself. I would definitely not care whether on Tuesday 24 August 2003, someone had remembered to put the bins out.

And yet on a daily basis approximately 90% of my energy is ploughed into just those issues and the bigger picture is....well, a bit over pixelated.

This is fine, I reason. And perfectly rational. What is important however is not to let stuff I won't remember prevent me from finding the time to create the memories I will cherish.

And so....operation no regrets. Beginning with a travelling adventure. Eleven months, eleven counties, two backpacks, myself, my husband and the odd mosquito along for the ride.

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Taking a Duvet Day

How I have managed this I don't know, but I seem to have caught a cold. Despite the heat ranging between 30 and 40 with humidity to match, I am snifflibg and snorting like a little pig, and every now and then hacking out a squeaky, wheezy cough which seems designed to shock and/or elicit sympathy.

Whilst this is interesting in that it subverts the 'colds are born out of nasty grey climates like the British one, I am not quite ready to leap into the great debate on this subject today.

Perfectly happy, and in fact not in much actual pain, just a little debilitated we take advantage of this, and the almost certain fate of M to catch it later - and worse - than me, to spend the day resting among the monkeys and lizards and hidden snakes and naughty kittens - and attempt to catch up on blog entries we have fallen behind on.

It's enjoyable the way being ill should be - involving not feeling too bad really, but getting to indulge whatever you fancy in the way of food, drink and leisure activities you like.

And yes. Technically we can do that every day here. But still. We make our own rules. People need some sort of structure. As I said before - we need projects. We need some form of work.

And we need, every now and then, to break the rules and take a day off.

Over and out. I am headed for a hammock with a view of the tree tops. I'll give your regards to the monkeys.
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