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Summer
Holiday
We're
all going on a (Lesbian) summer holiday…
Where I come from summer heralds the
typical summer holiday – six weeks of kids running riot in
traditional beach holiday spots. Unfortunately for me I live
all year round in one of these spots which means that not only do we
have kids all year round but in summer that number triples and you
can’t move without tripping over kids. I
can’t stand going shopping up at the mall and being inundated
with choruses of ‘hello miss’ from past and present
students.
No
more working for a week or two…
After putting up with this for 4 years
I’d had enough. Time for a break I
said. Time to go somewhere else I
said.
Fun
and laughter on our summer holiday…
There aren’t too many
pre-requisites when going on holiday – you have to have fun,
you have to relax, you have to be able to dress down and you have to
leave anything that remotely looks like work behind. The only
problem is what happened last time we went on holiday. I had
the brilliant idea of buying a tent – what better way to save
money while having a great holiday. The first two days were
fine. We were camped in a nice secluded camping spot with no
one else around. Romantic I thought. I even thought
we might stay a few more days. Until, while dozing in post-coital
bliss, the whine started. I want to go shopping she
said. I need to check my email she said. Again and
again and again.
No
more worries for me or you…
So I gave in (gave my ears a rest more like
it) and we packed up our tent and moved on to a
‘better’ spot. The only problem was that
it was already inhabited by several families. We tucked
ourselves and our tent into the furthest corner and settled
in. Then, wouldn’t you know it,
it started to rain. And you know what else started too,
don’t you? The whine. The
water’s getting into the tent (two drips by the front
flap). I’m getting cold (it was 30oC). I
need to go to the toilet. That did it. I stormed
out of the tent and down to the campground office. After a
quick conversation with the owner and handing over of a large amount of
our precious money I was given a set of keys.
When I arrived back at the tent she was
still in full whine. I silently handed her the set of keys,
pointed her in the direction of the rooms I had rented and slowly
started to pack our stuff up. Half an hour later I had
finally packed everything and lugged it to our new rooms.
Note she didn’t offer to help.
That was the start of those
holidays. It only got worse and I didn’t want a
repeat performance.
For a
week or two.
So for this holiday I decided no
tent. No roughing it. Bed to sleep in every
night. Indoor toilets and showers. I decided we had
to stay somewhere that was within our budget and close enough to a
shopping centre to satisfy her. I made the bookings, printed
out the confirmation forms and mailed them to her.
What? Ok, call me a coward, but I
didn’t want to be around when she opened the envelope in case
she exploded.
So
we're going on a summer holiday…
There was nothing to worry about.
She loved that I had thought out all the details and even that
I’d thought about her need for shopping and email.
To
make our dreams come true…
We were going to get that break that we
desperately needed.
For me
and you…
And we were going to go into our second
decade together in a positive note.
For me
and you.
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