felt a strange pang of emptiness.
find I am constantly wishing we were still lying on that beach in
the Mediterranean. This time last month I was in Greece. Sunbathing
by day and partying by night, I was lucky enough to feel my doubts
and worries melt away as rapidly as the ice in my vodka and coke.
Sitting strategically by the pool (chest out, tummy in), while eying
up the gorgeous talent and simultaneously working on my soon-to-be
killer tan, it dawned on me that this was, in fact, not far from
my idea of heaven.
my dismay when, two weeks later, I wiped the sleepiness from my eyes to
be faced with a sign stating very clearly 'RISELEY please drive carefully.
Riseley, whats that? I thought to myself, puzzled. Moments later
it all became clear. I was home. My sleepy brain, however, was in no state
to deal with this revelation and, yawning with disappointment, I promptly
fell asleep again.
This was probably the most appropriate reaction, given the circumstances.
I woke the next morning to find that I had I had run out of knickers and
at some point in the last few weeks had had a brief moment of madness,
during which I had been charitable enough to sign up for extra work (well,
they said they were desperate).
Several minutes of frenzied tooth-brushing and mad, aimless running-about-the-house
later, I decided that actually I would not be able to treat the customers
of Littlewoods with my usual level of patience and customer care due to
my bleary, post-holiday state. Rather than subject them to my tired, irritable
self, I came to the conclusion that it would really be much fairer to
phone in sick.
Instead, I opted to unpack my suitcase straightaway - allowing me to admire
(once again!) the range of new continental garments that I had picked
up along the way. I didn't want to leave my damp towels and unwashed clothes
to ferment over the next week a la Wayne and Waynetta Slob.
It wasnt until I had folded up my last sarong and placed it lovingly
at the back of my wardrobe (well, I wouldnt be needing it for at
least another year, would I?!) that I suddenly felt a strange pang of
Now what was I supposed to do? I had spent the last two weeks of my life
surrounded by exciting (not to mention good-looking) people, with a swimming
pool on my doorstep and no end of exotic, tropical-sounding cocktails
to sample. And now suddenly (and extremely unfairly) I was expected to
provide my own entertainment!
It was for this reason that I spent the next few days in a state of denial.
I was determined to keep my long-struggled-for tan (which was already
beginning to peel in patches, causing me to look like a scarily mutated
leopard), I spent several hours a day in my back garden, shivering optimistically
in my bikini and sipping coffee to counteract the cold breeze. It was
only when my brother remarked that my goosebumps made me resemble a plucked
turkey that I came to my senses and realised that no amount of delusional
behaviour would overcome the mercilessness of the British weather.
But worse was still to come. On arriving at school under the illusion
that this would be a social occasion with the sole purpose of allowing
me to see my friends and amuse them with various renditions of my holiday
antics, I was shocked to discover that they actually expected us to work
(what? You mean I cant spend another year sitting in the common
room munching on honeycomb Yorkie bars and humming along to the Disco
Fever CD on the hi-fi?).
I think that in my reminiscent state over the holidays (due to the realisation
that this is in fact my last year at school, ever!) I must have built
up a slightly exaggerated view on the Joys of School. In fact, if one
more teacher reminds me that vest tops and flip-flops are not included
in the school dress code and thrusts an ominous-looking piece of paper
in my face with the words No Beach Wear underlined, I think
I might cry! (After all, Im only trying to prolong that summer feeling
wheres the harm in that?)
Its hardly surprising that the only thing keeping me sane at the
moment is the comfort of all those last-minute-deal sites on the internet,
just waiting for me to book my next holiday in October. Oh, and Ive
heard theyve got some really good ones going on Travelselect....
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