It has been said that I
am a creature of habit. And I'd probably have to agree. Take May Day
for example. May Day for the last four years has either been spent in
an alcoholic haze at the Jack in the Green celebrations in Hastings
with family and friends I've known for over thirty years, or exerting
myself walking serious distances round the Weymouth area with other
really good friends. All of which have actually made for very good
May Days. In retrospect May Day has always been one of the year's
high points for me.
So
getting up early this morning to do a twelve hour shift came as
something of a disappointment. Don't get me wrong - in this new world
order of austerity I am very grateful for the overtime. But there's
no denying that I had more than a passing thought about what I might
have been doing today. Especially bearing in mind that "er
indoors TM"
and "My Boy TM" had gone
down to Hastings to meet up with the Sussex bunch of the family to do
Jack in the Green.
And I spent some time
this evening being rather angry about the family reunion being
planned for September. The last one we went to was in Ringwood in
Dorset. It took three hours to get there, and today the journey there
and back would cost just under sixty quid in petrol. We went to
another one a couple of years ago that was in Kingsfold which was a
round trip of one hundred and fifty miles.
It's our turn to organise
the event this year. We're looking at staging it somewhere near Leeds
Castle for no better reason than its being equally convenient for us
and contingents from Hastings, Folkestone, Tonbridge, Eastbourne and
South Mimms. And people from further afield can get more or less all
the way on motorway. And being our turn to organise it means that
it's our turn to go somewhere relatively local. And the vast majority
of the family live in Kent or Sussex anyway. So somewhere near Leeds
Castle is central for the majority. Good choice?
I'm feeling rather miffed
to be told that Maidstone doesn't suit, and to be told about the
amazing merits of Hayling Island. I looked for Hayling Island on the
Internet. An hour's drive the other side of Brighton; it'll cost me
the best part of fifty quid just to get there and back. If it's to be
in Hayling Island I won't be going. End of story(!)
Going to lie down
now......
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