I called my dad today because one of his dogs was being put down because it has cancer.  The dog is fifteen years old and I thought both he and my mum would be upset about losing it.  When I called,he thought I was calling from America.  My mum told him we were flying on to America after our trip to the Canaries.  I told him that we were going to America in August because Jennifer’s work has set holidays and we could only get a little over a week now.  He started laughing on the phone, which surprised me.  He was laughing because he hadn’t a clue where I was in the world and because my mum obviously isn’t great at listening.

I wish I was going to America next.  I don’t think we could have done America now because both of us would have been too tired.  We needed a Lazy Holiday now.

Wht’s funny about a lazy holiday is that you’re basically paying to sleep.  When you’re Asleep it doesn’t matter where you are.  Or maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe it wouldn’t do well to be asleep in a room with some kind of deviant in it.