Wednesday 26 July 2017

Why do we put ourselves through the torture of holidays?

'The thought of three months of a rainy and cold 'summer' in Ireland turns us into lunatics who will sell body and soul to 'get away' for a week or two'
'The thought of three months of a rainy and cold 'summer' in Ireland turns us into lunatics who will sell body and soul to 'get away' for a week or two'
Sinead Moriarty

Sinead Moriarty

Ah holidays…you save and wait for 11 and half months and then finally they arrive. Excitement is at fever pitch. "We're going on a plane!" the kids shout excitedly running around like headless chickens.

"Let's pack," they shriek and proceed to shove everything they own, clothes, toys, tennis rackets, large stuffed toys, DVDs…into the suitcase.

When it won't close, they will jump on top of it until it either breaks or one of their toys gets beheaded in a guillotine-like snap.

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