My summer holiday ...

Actually I had my summer holiday already in September when my partner and I went to relax for 14 days in Mauritius. Glorious sun, ink blue water and nothing to do but sleep, read, eat and repeat that in various combinations. So, now the dilemma is what to do with a very short break between Christmas and New Year and no real summer to speak of in Cape Town ... you do know that summer only starts after New Year when you get back to the office or go back to school, don’t you?

I have tried to entice the summer fairies to distribute more sunshine by buying a new bikini in the meantime ... no such luck as the water fairies cottoned on to it and my flat was flooded by water from a burst pipe in the bathroom last week ... don’t know what they were thinking as I cannot swim in 5 cm of water, but my carpets obviously can!

Back to my summer holiday, though. What I see happening is me cleaning out my flat and repacking cupboards, last minute Christmas shopping and wrapping of presents, lots of food and drink over Christmas and New Year and then a couple of days of rest (read sleep) before returning to another year of stress, running around and publishing magazines ...  pretty boring, I’d say...

So here is my dream Christmas holiday ... being whisked away by my lovely partner onto a plane for a white Christmas in London or New York. Stepping off the plane in a fur coat, with snow flakes in my hair, taking a cab to a fabulous hotel (5-star only of course) in a luxurious setting. Arriving at the hotel we will be offered a glass of the finest French champagne, our luggage already unpacked in our room and a driver waiting to take us to some magnificent shops for last minute gifts (you know, that exquisite Cartier watch that I saw on their website, mmm). Dinner served in la-di-da restaurants for which I can dress to the nines, visits to museums, opera or Broadway at night ... you get it? Well, it ain’t gonna happen, unless I become a Lotto millionnaire this weekend, but hey, one can dream ...