The roads are quiet cycling to work this week and we're about to join the exodus. One more sleep and two days of work and I have two whole weeks off. I can't wait. It's my first break of more than a few days in almost two year. Of course I had two weeks off over Christmas but NQDII arrived and came down with Roskilde Syg four days later, which lasted the rest of my holidays. So I don't count nursing someone with projectile vomiting that lasted eight days, a break!
We're off to London tomorrow night to visit friends and Hamish is leaving tonight for a holiday of his own in Nordsjælland. I always get an attack of the guilts about his 'holiday' but he comes back and usually sleeps for two days, so I presume he's fairly active while away.
Sommerferie in Denmark is a serious business, so serious that quite a lot of companies close or have skeleton staff - and a good thing too because in no time at all we'll feel the dark creeping up on us and that early morning chill.
