A Mobile Holiday





I may be ambivalent about caravans and camper vans but I honestly can't visualise the idea of a mobile holiday anymore.

Recently I ran into a former work-colleague, clutching her iPhone. As it was mid-week the meeting was unexpected, but she explained that she and her mobile phone were taking a few days off together.

Remember those days? Checking and dealing with e-mails before breakfast and exiting the room when a call came in, to respond to urgent business. Worst of all, we did it to make life easier on our return to the office.


I'm far enough into retirement now that it reads back like some kind of horror story. More so because I only returned from a sojourn in the Lake District a couple of weeks ago, after holidaying in the moment (to quote from my last blog entry). The solitude of the high fells was bliss and I never heard a mobile phone ring all week. After all it is we who need to holiday, not our telephones. 

Perhaps it's a shame that it takes retirement to demonstrate how expendable we really are.

 

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