I heard this wonderful quote from the writer Douglas Adams on the radio this morning, it strikes me that it is very true of so many different fields, from technology to church:
1) everything that’s already in the world when you’re born is just normal;
2) anything that gets invented between then and before you turn thirty is incredibly exciting and creative and with any luck you can make a career out of it;
3) anything that gets invented after you’re thirty is against the natural order of things and the beginning of the end of civilisation as we know it until it’s been around for about ten years when it gradually turns out to be alright really.
Friends, blog readers, relatives, lend me your ears;
I come not to bury my holiday, nor yet to praise it.
But to explain why in so much as half a holiday was lost,
There was still vacation to be had, and it wasnt half bad.
Coughs and sneezes may spread diseases;
But mass hysteria is nothing when compared with inconvenience.
So let it be with my holiday.
The noble Scotland was my hearts desire.
But that proved to be ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath the holiday answer'd it.
Here, by your leave I come to tell a sorry tale.
For such plans had I made,
to visit the holiday haunts of my youth;
And yet they were to come to naught.
Such schemes had I for the western coasts;
Soft white sands and pale blue sea sought I;
Alongside thoughts of mountains high and eerie.
Long loch's full o' creatures mysterious;
And perhaps, just perhaps a little sunshine;
But of this you may say: he was ambitious;
For no such plans should come to fruition.
My good fortune extended until the fateful day;
When by four wheeled car we would away.
But then the telephone's mournful cry, brought dreaded news.
A sending home on the last day of term;
With temperature high and limbs aching,
Of a little girl most piteous.
Not for us the bonny banks, nor the midges nasty nip;
At home for three days at least we must remain;
With sickly daughter to medicate.
How my heartsick feet did drag, as I unloaded car and bags.
Resigned anew to life i'the house;
With holiday thoughts at once postponed.
Our two week jaunt culled and slashed;
Scotland removed, only the Lake District remaining;
And then, what it if it was raining?
But determination in the face of fate;
Grew great against the threat of precipitation;
Who would care if thunder beat;
Lightning struck and rain clouds broke?
Surely not us, we're hardy folk.
But our friends, of name so wise;
How would they feel of cloudy skies;
These questions of our minds beset.
Until at last when child was well and all;
We set off to meet with Phil and Paul;
In distant Lancaster a rendevous.
From thence another hour sped;
Via mountain road and hidden bend;
Til we came to whence we'd call our home.
And pitched the tents and made a brew.
And scarcely did we see the rain;
Only one night when the site a lake became.
But troubled not were we;
For this we knew was a repreive from swine flu;
And glad we were to take this time;
In land though damp, still far from home.
And fun we had, with geo-cache, and fish and chips;
And this and that, but no midge's nips,
Thusly was a holiday saved;
Like the blessed phoenix it rose anew;
From ashes of campfires bright;
Which smoked and sparkled in the night.
And now, as I stop to reminisce I find;
My heart is once again in the Lakes on holiday,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
With sincere and prfound apologies to Shakespeare,
and thanks to @wisdomsaway for a really fun holiday.