Numbering days
Dec 30th, 2007 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Personal ColumnsGoing on holiday when I was a kid was a very organized affair. Everything was packed with precision and no-one went anywhere until everything was unpacked and put in its proper place on arrival. The beach would still be there tomorrow. Rebelling against the upbringing, when we go on holiday, the beach is there for when we arrive; there are plenty of hours of darkness for such things as unpacking, and, anyway, it might be raining tomorrow. The passing years have brought an increasing compulsion to be active
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