The Pebblewick Chronicles - Chapter 11- My Annual Holiday
My Annual Holiday Every August, I take a week off. I tell everyone I am going away. Strictly speaking, this is not untrue. I do, in fact, go away. I go away from The Salty Page . What happens after that is a private matter. Generally speaking, I go home. Experience has taught me that informing people you intend to spend a week quietly at home creates a dangerous misunderstanding. They immediately assume you are available. Available for conversations. Available for favours. Available for helping them move furniture. Available for finding a book they vaguely remember reading sometime during the Thatcher administration. Far safer to say you are going away. Mrs Thistlewood once attempted to obtain further details. "Where are you going, Harold?" "Away." "Yes, but where?" "Somewhere else." She had considered that answer unsatisfactory. I had considered it complete. The truth was that I rather enjoyed my annual ...