FOREIGN PARTS

 

FOREIGN PARTS

Stir-crazy doesn’t begin to describe it.

Day after day, month after month, stuck indoors with the same person, the weather too dreadful to venture out for more than essentials. Driving five miles for a vaccine jab was the most excitement I’d had all year.

So when the government relaxed the rules on foreign holidays, I was first through the travel agent’s door.

‘Where do you want to go, Madam?’

‘I don’t care – anywhere on the green list.’

And now I’m thoroughly lost - guess I should have added, ‘Somewhere I can read the signs.’

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Yet another street photo that, initially, only prompted a desire for a change of scene. But here we go with another bit of Flash Fiction. In fact, if circumstances allowed, I would pick somewhere I could use my Spanish before I forget it all! 

My husband and I are now fully vaccinated, and he's had his second cataract operation, so there's a faint possibility we might venture abroad this summer, even if it's only Across the Sea to Ireland - *cue song* - where my eldest child lives.

Thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo and to Rochelle, as always, for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog  https://rochellewisoff.com/