Santa’s little helper
As I typed away over the Christmas holidays, trying to avoid eye contact with the chocolate santa and living on a steady diet of turkey and stuffing sandwiches, I could almost hear a chorus of “serves her right, she’s been off for eight months” over the glugging of mulled wine.
I think it’s fair to say that friends and family are a bit dumbfounded by our freelancing. As regular nine-to-fivers, they are a bit bemused by our working and travelling lifestyle and so when I returned home after not seeing them for eight months to possibly the most chaotic time of year with a sizeable workload, huge job hunt, a Christmas shopping list and a full social diary, I think they thought it terribly odd that I was caveating lunches with timeframes, not watching telly whilst I work (contrary to popular belief) and adhering to a self-enforced curfew.
The thing is, having time off at Christmas (I have now come to realise) is a privilege and although I was able to eat my way though afternoons of mince pies and pull crackers with the rest of them, I was filling many days with lines of text so that I could keep this adventure going.
After the last bits of turkey had been curried and the baubles were put away for another year, we were on our way to Slovenia.