It's all over, folks. The Summer of Fun has ended! Sniffle.
When we arrived home from Amsterdam yesterday I looked at the kitchen calendar and now it's all empty white boxes. The Edinburgh Festivals are over, the weekend trips have all been tripped, and now it's back to reality.
I was determined to pack as much in to July and August as possible, so when winter rolls around again I can look back and be smug in the knowledge that we really made the most of the good weather. Turns out I did Something Fun in six out of the eight weekends, which means not only am I knackered, my writing schedule totally off track and we are also completely and utterly broke! But no regrets, you have to do these things while you can. Life is there for the livin'!
Now I am wallowing in post-Fun blues. We saw Radiohead in concert, and since I'm so pathetically obsessed with 'em, the come down is always brutal. Plus Amsterdam was so lovely. I am pining for the canals and the delicious hot chocolates I scoffed down in cafes. Ooh baby. Don't you love the temporary suspension of reality that comes with a holiday. It was just two days, but you start to think that your life is really about sitting in a cloud of smoke eating biscuits and talking about nothing. But then you arrive home and it's raining and you've got a credit card bill and no clean clothes. D'oh!
But as always, I have to look on the bright side! Now the calendar is clear I can crack on with some writing, which I have missed. And I can celebrate the fact that I came through two months of adventures without gaining weight! Hurrah! It's a freakin' miracle, I tells ya. I think am finally, finally learning the fine art of moderation. I somehow managed to make sane choices and not see a holiday as a licence to chow. For example, Amsterdam – instead of ploughing my way through the hotel breakfast buffet as per my usual fashion, we went out to a cafe and I had a wee croissant instead. Okay, that was more due to laziness than planning – we overslept and missed the hotel breakfast. But still! And I downed many hot chocolates as mentioned earlier, but skipped the whipped cream on all but one. Which was really hard to resist because the Dutch word for cream is slagroom, and I really wanted to say, "Gimme slagroom!"
I've mentioned before that when travelling, I always seem to end up eating kilos of cheese and bread, no matter where I am. There's always culture shock or laziness, so you go to a supermarket and buy some cheese and some bread rolls because it's easy. Sometimes you also buy a bag of chips (crisps) too, because your husband taught you that cheese and crisp rolls are delicious in a trashy sort of way. But cheese rolls get tired very quickly, and the body starts screaming out for some vegetables!
This time I was prepared! I had packed two plastic forks and two plastic spoons, so this time we bought some yummy salads from the supermarket plus a tub of yogurt for dessert. The healthier lunch meant I could have a decidedly unhealthy dinner of patat frites in a giant paper cone after the Radiohead show. Good lord, the Dutch are genius with the fried potatoes. Crisp on the outside, fluffy in the middle, phwoar!
Excuse me while I mop the drool from the keyboard.
Anyway, it's all about balance. And the plastic fork is the way forward! Hail to the fork! I will be sure to carry it with me on future adventures so I can still have frugal supermarket lunches without cheese.
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After all the above, I've had enough of maintaining, folks. It's time to get back to bustin' blubber. I've ordered the groceries and planned some healthy dinners and will figure out an exercise schedule. Swimming lessons are on hold for two weeks as the Swimming Lady is booked up til then, but I will do some DVDs and some pedalling until then. And all of this will be fun too, in its own way; just like a holiday… right? Right? Hello?