Except we are at home.
We had planned to be abroad on holiday this week, but for various reasons we are not. The arrangements changed the day before we were due to go so we had to make some quick mental adjustments. And, do you know, it wasn't difficult at all to get used to the idea of a whole week (ten days full board, all inclusive) in our own home.
We have a big, comfortable bed and personal pillows. We know how the shower works so don't get squirted when we turn it on, and we know we are not going to get a pathetic dribble when we stand under it. There's milk and cold beer in the fridge, ice in the freezer, salt, pepper and oil on the shelf, butter in the butter-dish - it's as though a holiday fairy had pre-empted our holiday needs. Even our taste in wine has been catered for, and it's pre-chilled at the start of the holiday.
As for what to do, we are spoilt for choice. We got last-minute tickets to see T20 cricket at the Oval on Friday, and there's Wimbledon, the Tour de France and the Ashes on TV all week. We have a whole library of books to choose from, so no anxiety about bringing the wrong books or running out of reading matter. There's sunshine, a hammock surrounded by hollyhocks, garden chairs near the roses, and it's so dry there's no pressure to cut the grass. There's even my favourite sort of long washing line strung up between a tree and a netball post, so I know all our holiday clothes and towels will dry quickly and smell lovely.
We can choose to go to the outdoor pool to swim in the morning sun, then have tea and newspapers with home-made sourdough bread with jam in the garden, or get up late and drink coffee. We can visit a cathedral, or have lunch in a pub we've been meaning to go to for ages, see an exhibition or two, find some good stained glass or a rare bread shelf, or buy a plant pot and visit a bookshop. Alternatively, I can quilt and Simon can cycle, plant plants and spread mulch (holiday treat), and we can simply stay at home and eat ice lollies without worrying that we are missing something we've travelled long way to see. We know which side of the road to drive on, we can get the Guardian every day, and we are never going to run out of tea bags and cereal.
All in all, it's just like a proper holiday.
*same sentiment as Nat 'King' Cole's song, just doesn't quite scan.