I worked for seven hours today. Not much of a holiday, but I did manage to top it off with a ballet class, a jog along the seafront and an evening swim, much to the annoyance of the other half who says I am a ‘selfish pleasure seeker.’
He was grumpy as he spent half the day shoe shopping with our youngest and honestly, I’d rather be a coal miner’s canary than go through that hell.
There are a couple more hours of toil to be done tomorrow, but I am going to spend even more time in pursuit of selfish pleasure. I’m trying to enjoy time with the kids, honest, but their moaning knows no bounds.
Still, everybody enjoyed our 7.30am swim in the sea, apart from the dog who thought we were drowning. He waded in to try and save us, but quickly realised that buoyancy is not one of his strong points, so he settled for skittering up and down the shore whilst yelping incessantly.
Dogs, kids, moody men…honestly, holidays are such hard work!
I seek pleasure and I’m proud of it.