Carlsberg don’t do holidays, but if they did…  they wouldn’t let me anywhere near them!   The rest of the family are convinced I am jinxed when it comes to weather and holidays.  They have gone off with the tent in the past, spending a few days away during school holidays while I am at work, and they say it is always perfect weather.  Whenever I have gone with them there has been rain, fog, gale force winds or any combination of them.

I am now officially on holiday, and after a couple of weeks of heatwave it has been raining relentlessly, so I am getting the blame.  Not that we were really going to be doing anything or going anywhere.  We all have various scattered appointments and arrangements over the next couple of weeks that would make it difficult to get away.  Not to mention that it would not be great to leave young Rojo while he is still getting used to us – and I had forgotten how much attention kittens demand.  Having one around is almost a full-time job in itself.

It is only now, on Sunday evening that I am really starting to feel relaxed and in a holiday mood.  Weekends usually see me catching up on sleep and generally re-charging after the week’s work, and that is what I have been doing so far.  The difference is that on a normal Sunday evening I would suddenly realise that the weekend is nearly over and I wasted it: this week I am looking forward to the luxury of not having to get up before 7 tomorrow.