Yep, I’m off on my happy holidays today. I’m going to Wales to visit family, and I’m super excited. I get to see folks I ain’t seen in yonks, and I’m going to have a nice, relaxing week. We’ve got tickets to go to a comedy club, we’ll be going for a tasty carvery, we’ll be having a few beers too no doubt. Perhaps we’ll go to St. Fagans with my nieces and my nephew, and my brother and sister-in-law, or Warren Mill Farm. I’m going to stay up as late as I want, and sleep in until noon if it takes my fancy.
Do you know what I’m not going to do? I’m not going to work. Especially seeing as though just a week after I return, we’ve got the biggest weekend of the year in the bar. I won’t be doing a single drop of work – no dealing with customers, no peeling spuds, no cooking or cleaning. I’ll do no editing or stressing about books and covers and formatting, there’ll be no blog posts, no book reviews, no nothing.
Except, you know, some stuff. Obviously if a customer emails or sends a FB message, I’ll want to reply. And I’ll want to keep the bar’s FB page up-to-date. And, you know, I’ll take my manuscript with me…just in case. You never know when I’m going to get bored and want to sit with a coffee and a pen, scribbling away. I’ll still be doing my Bookshop Bistro FB Live on Monday. My Kindle’s coming with me, so I can keep up with my reading, and my laptop too of course – you never know when or where inspiration for a blog post will strike. Besides, I might pick up a bit of work whilst I’m away, and what better time to do it than when I’m chilled out with nothing much else to do?
Sounds like the perfect week away to me, and a change is as good as a rest, or so they say. My husband sometimes says I’m a workaholic, but I really can’t see it. Can you?