Aah . . . the sheer joy, relief, escape, freedom and get-away-from-it-all happiness of a holiday trip. These hordes are lockdown escapees from the Australian state of Victoria queuing to “enjoy” the snowfields, as pictured by the Herald Sun. Yet again I am prompted to wonder what is the sense and point of holidays. Why all the endless fretting, tension, stress and anxiety to experience more of the same? Stay home, shut down the phones and computers . . . breathe, and relax. Isn’t that so much better?
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