Holliers Are Upon Us
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.
My Deadly Valentine the 6th STAC Mystery is published by Crooked Cat Books on Wednesday February 6th. Check out the Facebook launch party.
I’m envious, Hope your knees recover long enough for you to have a great time, David.
Thanks, Jean. It’s amazing what the warm temperatures do, you know. Lat year, In Tenerife, I found I could walk miles, only slowly, but I had little pain. At home, I’m lucky if I can get fifty yards.
Enjoy it all David! I remember Torremolenos well from long gone days when our boys were young and we spent our Summer holidays camping somewhere out there in the warmth of those European countries. After six weeks back here in the Mexican sun I’m beginning to wonder why we ever left to return to the UK – and not just for the weather.
Thanks, Jeanne. I shall be back in a week, bronzed, bad-tempered and broke.
You’re in the air now on the way there. So let me be the first to welcome you home!
Thanks, David. I’m back and fed up. We have snow this morning. I’d almost forgotten what it looks like.