I didn't think our weekend away was relaxing, until I got up today and realised it was.
I have a vague recollection of waking up early in the morning and putting the radio on, the next thing I knew Dan was leaping out of bed exclaiming "IT'S NINE O'CLOCK!". Nine o'clock is a bad thing because it means that rabbits haven't had their breakfast, never mind us or the fact that rabbits have a pen full of hay, they must eat, no-one may rest.
Then there was the conversation about decorating the whole house, and painting the garage, and the front door and saving for a car and on and on and on. Then we discovered that there is a screw in the tyre of the hire car, so along with the original car, it is visiting the garage. Waaaaaay too much fuss and expense for so little return.
I have never felt so tense.
I was pretty tense on holiday, after working in hotels for such a long time I find it hard to relax in one, in order to relax, apparently, I like to be left alone. I also don't like being on the clock, being out of your room so it can be "serviced" finding somewhere to eat that's open at a convenient time, booking or not booking, what happens when it rains, too much choice, and on and on and on.
I have said it many times before, and this time is no different, I do not enjoy being on holiday.