Reflections from a sun lounger, Corfu, August 2018

Blue sky holiday musings in no particular order.

I need precisely 6 days to relax on holiday. That is how long it takes to find my chill and stop being short tempered when I have transplanted to somewhere new. On that basis, I conclude that the ideal summer holiday length is 14 days.


I will be 42 in a few weeks and I look it. I notice small changes in my body if I catch myself in the mirror and in certain photographs. The shape of my tummy, or arms, or the way that I stand seems unmistakably 40+. But it’s always a surprise, the brain never catches up, my self-image is stuck at around 30 years old.

I tried scuba diving. It made me feel slightly sick and claustrophobic.

Am I starting to fall out of love with alcohol a little? I feel a bit like I did in the years before I gave up smoking. Like it’s not serving me all that well, but I can’t imagine what life would be like without it.

Villa vs hotel? Hotel vs villa? Villa vs hotel?

The years I have spent hating my legs were an utter, utter waste of time. They are neither that good nor that bad, and no one could give a monkeys.

Why do I only play catch in the pool on holiday? Throwing a ball is very calming and rhythmic. I recommend a game of catch.

It is very easy to make people feel silly about social media. This sucks. No one should feel embarrassed or have to explain themselves for taking something seriously if it supports their work. I will write more about this.

Brits by the pool, Europeans on the beach.

I can only seem to read books anymore when I’m away from the distractions of home. I’m disappointed in myself and could pretend this is going to change when I get back but in all likleyhood, it will not.

The reason I have found time to write this is because my children have disappeared with their holiday friends. This is absolutely what I would have hoped for, but now I feel thoroughly redundant.

Even though I love my iPhone deeply and sincerely, at heart, I am a notepad person. They are very disorganised scribbled upon notepads, but they are the place where I can store my thoughts until a plan comes together.

Big pants bikini bottoms are the future for this 40 something. One piece swimsuits are just a huge pain when you go to the loo.

And what do you do when you get in a lift and there’s no one there? You dance.

A little while ago I interviewed Paul Johnston (the travel agent who organises our holidays) about how to get the best deals and where to look for good quality family breaks, this is a link to the post. 

We stayed at Ikos Dassia this year, I couldn’t fault it, click for a look. 

What's your View?

10 comments on “Reflections from a sun lounger, Corfu, August 2018

  1. Melissa jolly on

    I haven’t read your blog posts for ages…I do apologise and I will go back through and read them because I love how you write… and it always rings a bell with me! I was 42 a few days ago, actually had a lovely birthday with my husband, our kids and friends and my niece and her boyfriend, love spending time with them all. I have fallen out of love with alcohol, I love a really good cocktail or a glass or two of wine, but after that I’m not too fussed. We’re getting to the stage of hoping our kids will keep coming on holiday with us…so far so good but my son did go home a few days early and he did have a party whilst he was home alone…words have been had! I’m trying to accept each and every flaw my body has but I still have the unrealistic view that it could be like it was a decade ago…note to self that life is too short to give a damn about this. Looking forward to catching up on your other posts now and your insta stories of Corfu looked stunning! X

  2. Sarah harkins on

    This is the first of your blog’s i’ve Read since recently finding you on Instagram. Made me smile, nod & giggle & sigh. Loved it. Will be reading more & thank you

  3. Tracey on

    Wishing you a fabulous 42nd birthday. I love your blog, very honest & heartfelt. A lot of what you say rings true with me too xxx

  4. @not_about_the_kids2017 on

    Hi Mel, it’s always lovely to see that you have popped by for a read, thank you. And Happy Birthday! Regards our good old bods, I’m grateful that we seem to be getting older at a time where women of our age are a bit more generally visible in the media and online. And being celebrated for things other than how they look 🙂 Hxxxx

  5. @not_about_the_kids2017 on

    Thank you Sarah, what a lovely message I’m so glad if any of the way I feel resonates with someone else. Isn’t it good how social media can help us find each other? Thank you so much for reading. Hxxx

  6. @not_about_the_kids2017 on

    Hi Tracey, thanks for the well wishes and for stopping by 🙂 I’m off to do a little happy dance because you enjoy the blog! Xxx

  7. Alison Galer on

    Made me smile, brilliant blog Helen.
    yes I’ve fallen out of love with alcohol too!!
    I’m 50 next year & I say bring it in.
    Pilates is my saviour to making me not feel my age & keep me climbing trees?

  8. @not_about_the_kids2017 on

    Hi Alison, I say bring it all on too, what’s the alternative? Since passing the 40 milestone I’ve been so much less bothered, liberated in fact. I must get back into pilates, so good, and the only exercise I’ve ever really enjoyed. Thanks for popping by for a read. Hx

  9. Lazy Daisy Jones on

    Helen loved your musings…so funny, so true.
    I get upset when people think i’m playing on my phone and actually i’m ‘working’ on instagram thank you very much!
    welcome home
    ashley xxx

  10. @not_about_the_kids2017 on

    Hello Ashley, I’m glad I amuse you ;). Phew, Instagram is a full-time job if you allow it to be. Whatever your social media preference, people shouldn’t make anyone feel stupid for taking it seriously. It’s a cheap shot. x

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