I'm currently writing this blog in the back of a strange car. Three days into our holiday, the sun decided to make an appearance after constant drizzly rain since we got here. 

Last time we holidayed here 9 months ago, it was sunshine and just me, him and the dog. Bliss. 

He wanted to come in May but a family member said how about June? 

Our main car went caput last Wednesday and sits forlornly with an oil leak necessitating a different car and driver. 

A family member died and we got the call whilst driving at the start of our journey. It was a bad omen. A friend has died as well after a short illness. Now one of our party has fallen and is staying overnight in a strange hospital in a strange town. 

We have three days to go but is it wrong of me to wish that we had come on our own which is what I wanted originally, somewhat selfishly. What next? I've had enough and we are only half way through the holiday and I'm done with worrying and constantly surrounded by talking about death or being involved with it. I find it hard enough sharing space with other people. I know this will sound harsh so apologies but this is just being transparently honest.

Liz x

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