SOME HOLIDAY!

 

SOME HOLIDAY!

It looked so tempting, reading the advert at breakfast with rain lashing the windows. “And cheap,” said Dave, “We can’t afford more.”

The reality was worse than Joanne had feared. Granted, the beach was golden sand, but it was covered in litter, the beds were alive with bugs, the food was bland, and the dining area an uninviting outdoor space.

“What did you expect?” Dave asked. “You said you needed a holiday.”

Joanne glared. “We’d have done better with day trips.”

Dave left to vent his anger on the golf course.

Joanne went off on the back of a waiter’s motorbike.

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I was tempted to write about cages - I guess an uninspiring holiday might feel like a cage! 

Thanks to Roger Bultot for the image and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.

Today is my mother's 99th birthday, which seems a vast age. I, my brother, sister and their respective spouses, took Mum out for lunch yesterday. Today I visited her in her care home, taking flowers and some cheese and crackers for her to share with her fellow residents as a lunchtime treat. The Home will provide a cake at teatime, so she's being well looked after, despite her protests that she 'doesn't want anyone to make a fuss'!!