The physio will be busy tomorrow

... as James said sardonically when he observed holidaymakers enthusiastically joining in the Greek dancing at our hotel this evening! Yes, our hotel has its own physiotherapist who invited us at the Welcome meeting to come and see him in the event of any sports injuries during the holiday. He seems like a pleasant young chap - maybe I should show him my knees! That would be a professional challenge for him! Today I got my traditional (and transitory) dose of what I call "holiday fatigue". This occurs when I have newly arrived on an eagerly anticipated holiday to some far flung place, and I am suddenly filled with doubts and wonder to myself "Why have we come here? Why did we spend the money? I wish I was at home!" I don't know why I often get these feelings; probably I am tired from packing and travelling. It's strange because as anyone who knows me will know, I LOVE holidays and am quite adventurous. So I was sitting at the gorgeous pool today looking suspiciously at the cloudless sky and scrubby Greek hills and thinking to myself, "Why did I bother coming here?" Wisely I kept these feelings to myself, because James doesn't really understand these feelings. The day went well; the boys did lots of sports especially sailing, which all four of them went to together. Jamie and Ally started tennis lessons and cycling; Davie went to his first wind-surfing lesson and the teenage "TAG" group. Grandma enjoyed sitting by the pool in the heat and the two of us went to the pool bar for a pre-lunch drink. We ate our meals in the restaurant in the olive grove, which is really pretty. I went to aqua aerobics and did a wee bit of swimming; the pool is huge. Suddenly, in the afternoon, for no apparent reason, I could feel a shifting and lightening of my being. My holiday fatigue has gone! Maybe it's because I'm beginning to relax.