Strange, I've been attempting to work out why, apart from the poor weather, this holiday has not been as it should have been.
Weird things have surfaced; continually loud and excitable Spanish holiday makers (especially the women continually talking 10 to the dozen high pitch, and semi-shouting), the complete lack of friendliness from the other guests and a kettle!
At the end of the day, people are a transient issue I can move away from. I'm happy in my own company and a stack of trash novels will keep me entertained for days.
I love walking and when I am feeling well, I can walk for hours and be perfectly content.
But the kettle!
I need a cup of tea in the morning before I face anyone or anything. I like to be able to spend time in my room (I paid for it, she says, petulantly) and I enjoy sitting in the sun (er, yes, we won't go into that) on the balcony and enjoy a drink of something.....hot.
Ironically, it's the kettle which makes the holiday, everything else becomes incidental.
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