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Holiday!

Hurrah, I have a well deserved week off from the toils and tribulation of the railway. I’ve been looking forward to this break for months and I have a comprehensive plan to make the most of it. It goes like this…

  • Six nights in Malta.

Which made it look suspiciously similar to almost every plan I made in 2020. Which was jolly rubbish. Everything cancelled, shut down or bankrupt. Leisure travel is forbidden. No planes, no trains and I’m only allowed to drive my automobile so far. That’s to say, not very far. Stay Local something or other. Frankly, I’m quite fed up with this pandemic thing and sometimes, in my more evil moments, I wish they’d use the thousands of dead bodies that Boris helped to kill to fill in the English Channel. Then I can at least walk to France. I’m sure there’s enough of them by now. It’s what they’d have wanted. Probably. It’s certainly what Boris wanted. He’s very big on ridiculous bridges. A Bridge of Cadavers would be right up his alley. Anyway, what’s the point in simply ‘piling them high’? A mountain of bodies? This is one international event where being a big show off is a bit of a bad look, if we’re going to be honest.

I guess I’d best get on with the ironing and fix the broken door hinge.

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Holidays Postponed

Last year, Mrs P and I went to Malta. It was our first time there, and we loved it. It’s an easy flight from Bournemouth airport and the island is so small that nowhere is far away. The weather is wonderful, the seas are a postcard blue, and the mix of cultures that have featured in Malta’s colourful past have left an enchanting mish mash of architecture and cuisine.

We loved it so much that we booked another trip there this year. We fly out…today. That was the plan, up until a couple of weeks ago. I don’t need to tell you that the holiday is off. Nevermind. Malta will still be there later this year or next, providing we get through this. That’s the goal right at the moment. I shall simply have to revisit Malta through the photos I took last June.

I do dream of that first day when normality returns to our lives. That day when we can go out to eat at Nando’s, Prezzos or our local Indian, Indis. When we can book a pair of comfy recliners at the BH2 Odeon cinema. When we can pop over to see mum. When we can jump on the train for a day trip to London. When we can walk down the street without being terrified of the person walking towards us…