Then I received a random phone call, which set my cloudy, fanciful mind off into a whole other dimension of daydreams. Of the holiday kind. About 2 years ago, we stayed at a lovely retreat in Port Stephens. It was a nice, family getaway, with a pre-toddling Angus. We thoroughly enjoyed every minute of the stay, as it was well before the onset of terrible two's and other such dramas. Anyway, the chirpy and mildly persistent lady, on the other end of the line today, offered me a *special deal*. Only offered to previous patrons of the retreat. So on and so forth. It was all a bit spur of the moment and I am the kinda gal who likes to mull things over somewhat before committing. So I politely requested if I may be able have a think about it... (re. do the sums on whether I see it as good value). Of course, the lady was obliging and is calling me back tomorrow to see if I would like to go ahead.
Well, think about it, I have. I haven't stopped thinking about holidays/holiday destinations/deals/specials/inclusions, since. It's turned my daydream state into a state of preoccupation. I'm leaning towards taking the offer. It does measure up and it will come in handy to have a mini-break stored in the pipeline. It has been almost 18 months since we travelled anywhere. Though all the while I can't help envisaging my true 'dream' destinations, The Maldives or The Greek Islands or if money were no option, both. For the moment, I think these will remain just that. Daydreams.