Well my friends, I have to admit that I am becoming rather excited about next week. We have rented a villa in southern Portugal and we are flying out there on Saturday from John Lennon Airport in the suburbs of Liverpool. In fact, the villa is the very one shown in the two photos that accompany this blogpost.
When I say "we", I mean all nine of us - Shirley and I, Frances, Stewart, Phoebe and Margot, Ian, Sarah and Zachary. We have pushed the boat out on this private rental. It gets excellent reviews. We wanted the family holiday to be something really special to mark Ian's forthcoming fortieth birthday with a nod back to my seventieth birthday last October.
You never know what might lie ahead. Sometimes you have got to seize the moment and I have a feeling that this holiday will be one we will always remember for good reasons - when the babies were young and we were all in good health. I remember these lines from Bob Dylan's musical ode to his former wife, Sara. He recalled happy family holidays with their four children:-
Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar...
By the way, I realise that Savanna-la-Mar is in Jamaica and not Portugal.
Because of the trip to Portugal, I will not be able to blog in my now customary daily manner. However, taking a leaf out of Travel Penguin's book, I want to make some use of the "scheduling" facility in "Blogger". In fact I have already scheduled a new "Quiztime" blogpost for Sunday night. If I can simply find the time there may be other posts too.
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LATER: I have now pre-prepared more scheduled posts for next week. Each one is a poem I created along with a picture that I snapped some time in the past. Please note I won't be replying to any comments until I get back home.
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