I have the strangest desire to be sitting on a beach; somewhere tropical, with clear blue skies, translucent water, golden sand beneath me. A book in one hand and a cocktail in the other.
Unfortunately, there’s so much wrong with that image I don’t even know where to begin!
I hate beaches, sand getting everywhere and making everything all gritty.
Hot sun? I’ll turn into a lobster.
Cocktail? I’d rather an ice-cold bottle of beer.
And I couldn’t sit still for five minutes without getting bored, getting up and wanting to do something. How do people do it? Lay there for hours cooking themselves? How are they not bored?
So I have no idea where this daydream came from. I suspect it isn’t mine so if you’ve lost it, let me know and you an come and pick it up…
Where would I rather be?
I’d like to be wandering the streets of Amsterdam. It houses more historic buildings than any other city in the world and it has one of the largest historic city centres in Europe, consisting of 90 islands linked by 400 bridges. Most of its historic buildings and streets have remained unchanged since the 19th century, due to the fact that there was no major bombing in the city during World War II.
Where am I?
London. I do however have that ice-cold bottle of beer in my hand!.