I’ve been looking forward to my holiday since last July when I booked it up. Yes, that’s right, I did in fact book my annual one week in North Norfolk up 11 months in advance. That’s how much I love going and look forward to it. I’ve been holidaying in North Norfolk since childhood. Having travelled all over the world (except America) I have now reached the stage where I don’t even have a passport. I don’t need one, I’m a creature of habit. I like going to The Peak District, the Isle of Mull, Dorset and North Norfolk. Not necessarily in that order. I’m happy with these choices. At the moment they suit us as a family, they are affordable, obtainable. We know what we are doing and where we are going, there is no stress, no panic over finding somewhere to eat, or wee and no surprises. Except this time there was.
Yes, that’s right the weather has been fabulous, totally gorgeous, it included the hottest day of the year. We paddled in the sea, watched birds, climbed sand dunes, ate lollipops and fish and chips like it was going out of fashion. We talked about how much the towns have changed in the last fifteen years, from backward shops selling 1970’s stock and pubs where you got served pate on toast with your beer, to shops which would not look out of place in Upper Street and gastro pubs serving mushy peas, as a sort of novelty. We hoped to go out on a boat trip to see the seals at Blakeney Point, Fifi has not done this yet and it has to be one of the best nature trips the UK has to offer. Even me, the girl whose glass is always half empty was starting to feel that this might be a really good holiday. Fifi and Toddler boy being at the age where, although they are hard work, they really enjoy and get involved in the moment. I love living vicariously and this was the holiday for that.
Except it wasn’t, as we had to come home after a few short days due to a nasty bout of Chicken Pox which has knocked the little fella sideways and is brewing, multiplying with all its Machiavellian might in Fifi. I estimate that this illness will, if you include the cost of childcare which we wont be able to use, along with lost earnings and lost holiday amount to something in the region of just over £1000. And lets not forget the discomfort and misery it is causing the children and myself and the hubby by default. Now a Chicken pox jab, which I was going to take them for and was discouraged from doing so by my doctors cost £80 per child and obviously prevents the illness. I am starting to think that the Doctor is only right about 20 % of the time. Roll on June 2011.