No six sentence Sunday this week. I’m too busy with other, more domestic affairs. At this time tomorrow, I shall be on an aeroplane descending from 30-something thousand feet into Malaga airport for a one-week break on the Cost del Sol.
Why, you may ask, am I taking a break when My Deadly Valentine, the 6th STAC Mystery is due out in a week and a few days? It’s because I am a good husband… I do as I’m told, and the missus told me we were going to southern Spain for the week. End of debate.
The weather helps. British weather, I mean. It’s appalling and the chance to get away for a week of sun, sand and s… yes, well never mind. The chance to get away from this cold little island and its nasty winters, to soak up a bit of Mediterranean ultra-violet is not to be sneezed at. You would be sneezing at it if you stayed put. Colds, flu, bronchitis; they’re par for the course here. Not to mention anything up to a foot of snow (last night) turned to flood waters (this morning) by a shift in the winds.
The only trouble with Spain is getting there. We have to be up at ridiculous o’clock tomorrow morning to get to the airport for our flight, and of course, we have to fly there. And I don’t enjoy flying.
I used to; but that was in the days before my knees packed up. Nowadays, crammed into a narrow seat for the better part of three hours, tends to lock the knees up solid, as well as my back muscles (such as they are). If you add to that my near-deafness, it complicates matters, especially when the aircraft begins to descend. I may be all right at 33,000 feet, but by the time the pilot is on final approach, I can’t hear a damn thing. When we came back from Tenerife last January, it was almost five days before I got my hearing back to normal (which is never better than about 20%).
Still and all, courageous little soldier that I am, I put up with the inconvenience for the sake of enjoying a week in the sun.
The blog will like a ghost town for the coming week, but I shall be back on February 4th with tales of terror from Torremolinos, and just in time for the My Deadly Valentine launch party.
Until then, be good. If you can’t be good be careful. If you can’t be careful start checking nursery wallpaper.