There is no beach lounging. Between being too hot in the sun, too cold in the water, and somewhere in between on the way back to the towels, being parched and clearing sand from places it just should not have got it was action from the moment the beach bag hit the ground.
The book remains open, page seven looking up at the roof forlorn, "Why have you forsaken me Adam" it seems to scream from its still untattered pages. The mysteries of chapters to come remaining hidden in the pages unturned.
The steak? Tenderised. All the money spent on snacks, chips, trips and petrol! There was no room for eye fillet on the bbq, amongst the pre-cooked sausages. Which, to be fair to pre-cooked, went down a treat.
As I sat in a tent, the final week of holiday, and the rain poured down around me, my December dreams had changed.
The new dream was one of work. Sweet, child-free work. Oh don't get me wrong I love my kids, and my holidays but as I set foot in the workplace the relief came over me, maybe tomorrow I'll bring my book…
pf■en Don't miss Adam Green and Megan Banks on The Hits Hawke's Bay from 6am to 9am Monday to Friday.
