One monkey don't stop the show

So here we are, back from two weeks' holidays and fighting a wee touch of the post-holiday blues, as usual.

What we did on our holidays

The peregrinations started off in Dorset at the community, where a somewhat less-than-entertaining exec committee meeting occupied most of the weekend and gave me three migraines in two days. It was a bit of a relief, therefore, to relocate to Brighthelmstone for a few days with the in-laws.

Highlights of this visit were a trip to the Weald and Downland Museum (arguably the best open air museum I've ever visited) and the obligatory shopping expedition to North Laine, this time in search of boots*. Kapla! Not one but two pairs of rather fetching knee-high boots were purchased, one red and one black. The red ones, styled 'Women's Action Boots" on the box, apparently make me look like a superhero - Theology Girl, leaping tall steeples in a single bound perhaps. Not only that, but they are Vegetarian (i.e. plastic). And the black ones are very lovely also (not vegetarian, these, but actual dead cow). Sales Assistant remarked that they had "featured in this month's Vogue" and that's good enough for me.

Creaking under the weight of newly-acquired footwear, we quit Brighton for the less heady pleasures of Essex,where we checked out the fleshpots of Colchester, a pleasant but rather damp experience - the Essex drought was a bit less droughty than usual that day. Was also furnished with an opportunity to compare Spotty Dog impersonations with m' dear friend Anonymous Lesley (though not in her son's place of work as had previously been promised - curses!)

From thence we pressed northwards to the Lincolnshire Wold where we stayed in an utterly delightful cottage for the week. As a county Lincolnshire proved to be a pleasant diversion, but hasn't set it's seal in our hearts like Dumfries and Galloway did in June. It has, however, got some bloody great farm shops selling some of the best local cheeses you could wish for. Unfortunately for Best Beloved, over-consumption of cheese caused his sinuses swell to the size of golf balls, so I was left to polish off the goodies. Plus a whole box of sloe gin truffles. And some rather delicious blackcurrants in white chocolate. Well, I was on holiday, dammit!

Then we came home.

Ho hum.

* I'm not exactly sure what has caused my Imelda Marcos gene to kick in at this stage in my life (possibly hormonal?) but kick in it well and truly has.