The unexpected power of the #OOO
The unexpected power of the #OOO
Turns out the digital emperor has no clothes. And other things I learnt in seven days off-line
I promise not to go on about it but I am just back from holiday. I know, I know, you’re not interested, you’re all about September, back to school with your shiny new pencil cases and I’ve-got-a-new-blazer vibes, while here I am, in my denim cut-offs and fake tan, clinging to summer. But humour me for a moment, because it was our first summer holiday in five years and, despite being just seven days in the sun on a roof terrace above the Mediterranean, in many small ways it was a little bit life-changing (or perhaps more accurately, perspective-giving).
There are multiple reasons/excuses for why we hadn’t been away for that long: money, covid, work, money, cat, living in a glorious city that we used to visit often on minibreaks ergo we were already on holiday, right? (wrong), money… But there are other reasons, too. One of which is that I don’t do well in hotel rooms, even the slightly larger, vastly pricier, ones with a sofa that call themselves suites. It took a long time and a lot of second-day-of-holiday-bust-ups with J and even more therapy to recognise that. And longer still to accept it. (Forgive me if I don’t go into any detail here, I was planning to keep this light.)