We're into the silly season in Holland - that time of year, starting around Easter, when there's one national holiday after another. We've just had one long weekend, celebrating Liberation Day, and now we've got another, celebrating Whitsun. I can't remember what Whitsun is any more. When I was little, I used to don my girl guide's uniform and parade with the rest of my company down the road to the church. Once, I had to carry the flag. A damned heavy thing it was. I can still remember the weight of the pole, balanced on my scrawny flat tum. Anyway, they scrapped Whitsun at some point and we didn't get to parade any more.
I won't be parading this Monday either, the second day of Whitsun, but - since I don't work on Friday - it does mean I have a four-day, totally unplanned break coming up. I should be ecstatic. Four whole days out of the office. And we could, theoretically, just hop in the car and zoom up the motorway in the direction of Hamburg or somewhere like that. But I'm still tired from the Berlin trip, still trying to shake off this cold. Colds seem to last forever these days, then lurk in the sinuses for a week or so and come back and hit you for Round Two just when you let your guard slip and allow three raindrops to fall on your head...
So, I have a long weekend and if I don't plan something fast and get up at six tomorrow, I'll be going nowhere.
I feel Spring cleaning coming on....
Go on, inspire me. Where would you go?
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