A Change is as Good as a Holiday?
This phrase is one of my least favourite*. I am confident that one of the following is true:
The originator of this phrase never went on a holiday, Or The originator of this phrase went on a bad holiday to somewhere crap. Like hell.
I am thinking of change because there are a number of changes afoot for me, the most pressing being the forced move out of our apartment. Here are some phrases of my own you may wish to spread:
Packing up a house is as good as nailing your tongue to a wall
Cleaning your house after hours of carrying boxes and sweating yourself dry is as good as a 20 hour flight with a screaming toddler, after you’ve nailed your tongue to the wall.
Another change that has revealed itself recently is my complete susceptibility to hayfever, as I discovered on a recent return to my parents’ farm. As a kid I could bathe in hay and I would be fine (though not very clean) but now I get asthma, my nose becomes a water feature, and my eyes glow red. It scares me that the older I get, the more like Stu I am becoming.
And finally the last change I want to talk about is not a change to me, but a change to a beloved book. Recently I have been relooking at Enid Blyton’s Magic Faraway Tree books. The latest editions have been modified for modern readers. Having not read the originals for a long time, I don’t know the extent to these changes, so all I’ve really noticed so far is the change in names. Dick and Fanny are no longer considered suitable names! Fanny has cunningly become Frannie, Dick has become Rick. And Bessie, such an old sounding name, has become Beth. I guess there is no harm to this, but it still feels like a violation. The names were all part of the fun with those books.
Of course there are good changes in the world, like a nappy change, or changing a light bulb but we can certainly agree that not ALL change is as good as a holiday. I am going on a holiday in December to Los Angeles, Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, New Orleans and New York. The holiday BETTER turn out nothing like these recent changes.
* My other least favourite phrase is – Aim for the moon, if you miss you will land among the stars. I hate this phrase because the moon is the closest thing to earth. The stars are forever away. If you aim for the moon and you miss, you’ll be amongst nothing. I say: Aim for the moon and don’t give up until you get there. Oh, and take a spacesuit because otherwise you will die.