Holiday: feast

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My apologies for my recent absence (and this decidedly belated Five-minute-Friday): I have been on holiday.
 

We were so worried about how it would work out with Jon pushing the wheelchair with one hand, a suitcase in the other, a rucksack on his back, a bag over his shoulder, and me carrying a toddler on my lap, armed with sufficient snacks to keep him entertained for a three-hour-long flight. I was worried that the journey would wipe me out to the extent that my M.E. would relapse and I wouldn’t be able to speak. The Boy – well, he wasn’t worried at all, actually; more like hopping with excitement at the thought of going on a plane.

In the end, it worked out really well. We went from a local airport, got a taxi transfer at the other side, which helped. At the Foreign Country I was only well enough to be carried from our room to a sunbed and lie in a sunbed for the morning and afternoon with a sleep in the middle of the day while Jon looked after the Boy – in other words, what most people would call a holiday.  It felt wonderfully normal.

And it was gloriously hot, and delicious to be looking at the horizon instead of the bedroom wall, and hearing the sound of the sea, and people-watching and enjoying the excitement on the face of my boy, and I feasted on all of these things for a week, and hope that it will be enough to see me through a future fast.

 
Over to you:

• What things keep you going through the ‘fasting’ times?