Second Helpings

Contrary Mary

Is it just me or do all members of the human race and maybe other species too, have this contrary habit of always wanting to be somewhere else and then discovering it's not as good as we anticipated?

I mean, before I went away I couldn't wait to leave cold, dreary England, escape the humdrum and routine, have no housework or cooking to do and relax with a good book in the sunshine.

Half way through the holiday I started missing good old English cooking, my comfortable bed and chair, my computer and my friends. Agreed we did get some sunshine and I read a couple of excellent books but it wasn't hot enough to swim and the company was far from stimulating, not to mention the night time snortles.

We landed back in England in the wee small hours of this morning. It was very cold and took an hour to get through passport control, by which time I was wishing I was back in Ibiza. After a day of unpacking, laundry, shopping and suffering almost winter temperatures, I'm now ready for a holiday abroad.

Am I just a discontented, contrary, grumpy old woman or is it true the grass is always greener on the other side but it still needs mowing whatever?