For the past three weeks I’ve been a broadband-free zone. Turns out that going cold turkey only lasts about three days and after that it’s easy to stop obsessively twitching over your Twitter feed and embrace the ‘hello-trees, hello sky’ holiday philosophy (and during the Cornwall sojourn ‘hello quite extraordinarily relentless twunting rain…’. Or words to that effect).
Anyway, I was out of the loop and now I’m allegedly back in it. But when you live in Random-on-Sea ‘out of the loop’ is necessarily your default setting, and anyway part of me is still in Northern France, where I’ve been hanging for the past five days, child-free, living on moules and frites in Montreuil.
And I haven’t watched telly, either. Or read a ‘silly season’ paper. Instead I’ve seen a son-et-lumiere version of Les Miserables (not the musical…) and peered in estate agent’s windows while fantasising about leaving behind any loop I may still conceivably be in. But that’s what summer is for, surely?…
We are so out of the loop here we have to get our Internet sent to us by satellite. Hah! How’s that. Have just had three days along the coast leaving laptop and satellite access behind and was similarly schmoozed by lovely days of sunshine and tulip fields, tulip festivals, takeaway lattes, doing things with the children like forcing them to go up lighthouses when they didn’t want to. Wasn’t child free but in the absence of school run deadlines it was quite relaxing even wtih the ankle biters there.