MEGAN

GOES ON

HOLIDAY

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger, and One Scary Mother!

by

OWEN JONES

Copyright © August 22nd 2023 Owen Jones

Megan Goes On Holiday

by

Owen Jones

Published by

Megan Publishing Services

https://meganthemisconception.com

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In this work of fiction, the characters, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or they are used entirely fictitiously.

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Other novelettes in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan’s Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and the Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To the Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

Megan at Christmas

Megan Catches Covid-19

Table of Contents

DEDICATION

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

1 THE FAMILY CHOOSES A HOLIDAY

2 MEGAN PREPARES TO GO AWAY

3 THE SOUTH OF FRANCE

4 WHAT MEGAN TOOK HOME

5 WACINHINSHA

GLOSSARY

THE DISALLOWED

Other books by the same author:

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can. She does a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

Believe not in anything simply because you have heard it,

Believe not in anything simply because it was spoken and rumoured by many,

Believe not in anything simply because it was found written in your religious texts,

Believe not in anything merely on the authority of teachers and elders,

Believe not in traditions because they have been handed down for generations,

But after observation and analysis, if anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, accept it and live up to it.

Gautama Buddha

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Great Spirit, whose voice is on the wind, hear me.

Let me grow in strength and knowledge.

Make me ever behold the red and purple sunset.

May my hands respect the things you have given me.

Teach me the secrets hidden under every leaf and stone, as you have taught people for ages past.

Let me use my strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.

Let me always come before you with clean hands and an open heart, that as my Earthly span fades like the sunset, my Spirit shall return to you without shame.

(Based on a traditional Sioux prayer)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Thanks are due to the artist who designed the cover for me, Jackii. and GetCovers for colourising it.

1 THE FAMILY CHOOSES A HOLIDAY

Megan’s father had been suffering from fatigue and RSI recently, but had recovered sufficiently to go back to work, although he was still not in tip-top condition. One evening, he returned home from the office carrying a bulging plastic bag. Megan met him at the front door as usual.

“Hello, Daddy, how are you today? Let me take your bag and briefcase,” She reached up to kiss him on the cheek, as was her custom.

“What’s in the plastic bag? I’ve never seen you go shopping on your own before?”

Curiosity was getting the better of her, so she was about to look inside, although she knew that it was bad manners to pry. Robert took the bag from her before she could open it, but allowed her to carry his briefcase.

“What’s for dinner tonight, I wonder? It smells like… casserole – my favourite!”

“Oh, Daddy! Everything is your favourite!”

“Everything is my favourite sometimes. Casserole is my favourite today, but it might not be tomorrow.”

“What will be?”

“I don’t know yet… I’m a very capricious person, but I’ll have a think about it and tell you when I get in tomorrow evening.”

Megan took his hand and slapped the back of it in recognition of his humour and they laughed easily together as they always did. She led him into the lounge and put his case on the floor beside his favourite armchair.

“Everything all right, Suz?” he shouted to his wife as he passed the kitchen door. She appeared in the doorway with wet hands and puckered lips. Robert kissed her.

“It smells lovely! Casserole, is it?”

“Yes, give it an hour. Megan, pour your father a cup of tea, there’s a good girl, I’ve got wet hands. It’s been a hectic day, what with one thing and another, but not a bad day… not a bad day at all. How’s yours been?”

“Oh, about the same. Can you spare five minutes to have a cup of tea with us? I have something I want to show you.”

“Yes, OK, Robert. Make that three cups, Megan, and three fairy cakes out of the tin. I made some fresh this morning.”

When they were seated around the coffee table, Robert slid the contents out of the plastic bag onto the smooth glass surface.

“Megan will finish school for the summer holidays in a few weeks, and I think that we all deserve a holiday. What do you reckon?”

“That’s a great idea, darling, but these brochures are for holidays abroad… France, Spain, Portugal. We’ve never been abroad before as a family.”

“No, so I thought that it was about time we did. Now we only have to decide where we want to go and how to get there. I can get a fortnight off, so we can either fly or drive down. What do you think?”

“Oh, Daddy! That’s a dream come true! I don’t mind how we get there. Whatever you both decide is all right by me.”

“I agree, it’s a smashing idea, Robert. I suggest we go to France, because we can all speak a little French, but none of us can speak Spanish or Portuguese… and I think we ought to fly down. Driving on the wrong side of the road for hundreds of miles a day can’t be very relaxing, can it?”

“No, if we take the car we won’t have to hire one there, but we’ll lose four days driving there and back. However, we would see more of the country.”

“Yes, OK, but you need a complete rest too, dear! You don’t’ want to be driving all those miles back and forth.”

“All right, so we can sort these out and put all the non-French ones back in the bag. If we can’t find anything we like with this lot, we can start again with the others later, because if we’re going to fly we can go anywhere… Italy or Greece even. Except the language, of course, but that’s all part of the fun. It doesn’t really matter if you can’t speak any of the language.

“If we plan to go in a month’s time, that’ll give us plenty of time to learn a few phrases from a book. I’m glad I don’t have to drive down there though, thanks, girls.

“I suggest the south of France – Le Midi, they call it, around Montpellier on the Mediterranean Sea. It’ll be hot, but there’ll be a breeze coming in off the Med. and we can cool off in the sea. What do you say?”

“Sounds good, Daddy, but I want to read everyone of these brochures from cover to cover. Oh, this is so exciting! My first foreign holiday. I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Megan drank her tea and finished her cake.

“Can I take this brochure upstairs to read and check where everywhere is on the map? Just give me a shout when dinner’s ready and I’ll come down.”

“Yes, all right, dear.”

Megan took the brochure she had been leafing through and disappeared out of the door before her parents could think of reminding her not to run. The sound of her clattering up the stairs was a good indication of the level of her excitement, but her mother was not impressed. She tutted.

Megan jumped onto her bed, apparently waking Grrr as she did so, and sat by her head, so that she could show her the pictures of where she would probably be going in the next four weeks.

When she had looked through it once, she checked the locations on a map on the Internet and then her father called her down for dinner.

“What do you think so far?” he asked her.

“The whole area is really beautiful, from Spain to Italy…”

“Yes, but concentrate on campsites that are not too far from airports. We can hire a car if we want to go further afield and we can take taxis and buses into town, but a campsite will have security so we won’t get too worried if you want to wander about on your own, ‘though we’ll have to have a few rules as well, all right? Like no wandering off the campsite alone. We also want somewhere close to the sea… very close. Ten minutes walk, tops, OK?

“Being abroad can be more dangerous for a pretty, young girl because of language difficulties and the different local customs.

“Just because France is only twenty miles off Dover, it doesn’t mean that it’s the same as the UK. There will also be other people there from all over the world and neither you, nor I nor your mother will know exactly what they’ll be saying to or thinking about us. So, we all need to follow some rules, in order to stay safe and have a great time. Do you understand, Megan?”

“I think so, Daddy. I’ll do my best to be a good girl.”

“That’s the ticket. You’ll be fine, we all will, otherwise I wouldn’t have suggested going in the first place. It’s just that it’s always a mistake to think that a foreign country is exactly like the one you have just come from. It never is and cannot be, because the history, the laws, the language and the customs are different and that makes the people think differently to people in other countries.

“Never forget that, no matter how nice they are and then you won’t get into trouble or offend anyone either. Don’t worry about all that for now though, we’ll have a good chat about safety and do’s and don’ts closer to the departure date. It’s all common sense really, once someone has pointed it out to you.

“Your mother and I were looking at these brochures while you were upstairs. We liked the look of this place, this one and this one, all in the vicinity of Montpellier. It makes it easy for the airport too. See what you think later on and we’ll look through your brochure. Have you marked the ones you liked?”

“No, Daddy, I didn’t know whether you had to take them back to the travel agent’s.”

“No, they don’t have to go back. Put a pen mark against the ones you like and fold the corner of the page down so we can find them easily.”

“Sure, I’ll do it now. I’ll need a passport too, won’t I?”

“Yes, but if you and your mother get a set of photos taken, we’ll go down to the government offices and get you passports on Monday. Yours has run out too, hasn’t it, Suzanne? Have a chat with your mother about it and see when see can take you.

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Megan got her biometric passport the following week and was immensely proud of it. Her end of term exams were almost over, so she had some extra time to put into learning French. He father bought a set of CD’s, which he transferred to MP3 so that he could listen in the car and Suzanne could practise at home. Megan became their teacher if they had difficulties.

The atmosphere in the house had been getting a lot better ever since she had realised that people didn’t necessarily think her daughter was crazy just because she said that she could talk to fairies and ghosts, and the fact that Mrs. Williams (the mayoress) and her parents-in-law agreed with her went a long way too. However, the excitement generated by the thought of the coming holiday was palpable.

Suzanne could be moody at the best of times so Megan and her father spent a lot of time walking on eggshells trying not to upset her, but the holiday was like a tonic and made her happy. She cooked a different French meal every evening from a recipe book, baked French cakes and gateaux and they ate French bread with French cheeses. She also insisted that they speak only French while they were at the table ‘for fun’ and the traditional English breakfast was replaced with omelette, croissant and coffee.

For the first time in her life, Megan felt that she was living in a proper family home, even though they most often were speaking French together, because they only came together at meal times. It was fun to be in the Evans’ household and Megan couldn’t remember her mother having been fun before.

He didn’t say anything to Megan, but Robert felt Suzanne was happier than he had seen her since they were courting too. It was as if Suzanne had been transported back through time to before Megan was born, not that the change was Megan’s fault, but Suzanne had seemed to find the responsibility of bringing up a child properly too much to bear. He wondered how much Suzanne’s mother had had to do with that and he concluded that she had been the root cause of her unhappiness.

Thirteen years of unhappiness for three people because one old woman didn’t want to believe in ghosts and bullied her daughter into feeling the same way.

His mother-in-law had been dead for ten years, but she still cast a shadow over their family, although Robert thought that he was learning new methods of bringing light into their lives all the time.

He wondered why he had not thought of taking them away on a foreign holiday before, because he had tried Tenby, the Isle of Wight and Prestatyn before, but they had not had the same effect. He also wondered whether the effect had more to do with the passage of time and the lack of peer criticism, that had made the real difference, but he couldn’t know for certain and he didn’t really care. There was a bright light at the end of the tunnel and he was glad of it.

He thought that his Suzi was looking and acting ten years younger.

Megan noticed the transformation in her mother even more than her father did for she could not only see the happiness on her face, but she could see it in her Aura as well. This had a considerable effect on Megan, because, although she knew in her heart of hearts that her mother was wrong in what she thought about Spirit, it did not stop her thinking that she had been the cause of her mother’s misery. It had occurred to her that her mother’s problems had started long before she was born, but Megan still felt like a contributing factor.

She knew that she was living the Truth and that her mother was living a lie, but that didn’t prevent her from feeling guilty about her mother’s melancholy.

2 MEGAN PREPARES TO GO AWAY

Once Megan had her passport and the holiday had been booked, the whole prospect became so much more real to her. She had never been in the position before where she could help organise a holiday, so she didn’t really know where to begin, but it seemed sensible to her to create a list of things to do before she left and perhaps another list of things to do or see when she got there.

She opened her laptop and Outlook, and created a folder in Tasks, which she named ‘Holiday Preparations’. This facility allowed her to compile a series of tasks with scheduled completion dates and cross them off when they had been completed. The first entry she made was: ‘New Swimming Costume’, followed by: ‘Tell Mrs. Williams’; ‘Get Library Books’; ‘New Hair Do’ and ‘Pack Suitcase’. Then she printed off a copy to put in her bag.

Megan wanted to be certain that she took everything she would need, so she asked her mother if she could have her own suitcase as soon as possible to put in her room, so that she could pack items as she thought of them.

Suzanne had readily agreed since it saved her a job and meant that she could not be blamed if Megan forgot anything ‘vital’. It also gave her somewhere to put Megan’s clothes as she prepared and ironed them for the holiday. Megan left the case on the second chair in her room for easy access. The first items that she arranged neatly in the case were her flip-flops as they were the only things she couldn’t imagine using before they went away.

After the swimming club the following Saturday morning, Megan went to her regular meeting with Mrs. Williams, bursting to tell her her news.

“Good morning, Mrs. Williams, I have some exciting news for you. I’m so happy. Mam and Dad are taking me on holiday with them to the South of France.”

“That’s great, Megan, when are you going?”

“In ten days. I can come in next Saturday, but after that I will be away for two weekends. Is that all right?”

“Yes, of course it is, my dear, but to be honest, the way you have done it is not the best way to go about it. Because you have a proper job here and people have come to rely on you, you should give proper notice that you are going to take the holidays to which you are entitled.

“There is no problem with you taking your holidays and you haven’t upset me at all, but it is a good opportunity for you to learn how to book your holidays. Always try to give your employer at least four weeks notice of your intention to take your holidays so that he or she can make any necessary arrangements.

“Where are you going exactly?”

“A campsite near the Mediterranean Sea, not far from Montpellier. Sorry about the notice, Mrs. Williams.”

“No, don’t mention it, Megan. It’s not a problem, as I said. I only mentioned it as a means of showing you the correct etiquette.” Mrs. Williams rustled some papers in her draw.

“Here, sign this.”

Megan glanced at it, signed it automatically and handed it back.

“Did you read the document, Megan?”

“Sort of… I just signed for my wages, didn’t I?”

“Sort of, is right. You just signed for today’s £20 wages, £40 holiday money and £20 bonus, so £80 in total. That’ll be a bit more to go away with than you expected, eh?”

“Yes, I don’t know what to say Mrs. Williams. I wasn’t expecting any more than this week’s money.”

“Well, you should be aware of your rights as well as your obligations, Megan. I have given you the money from my own purse, but the receipt you just signed will allow me to reclaim it from the S.O.S. Party. Look, I know what it’s like when you’re trying to get away, you worry about forgetting something, don’t you? So, don’t bother coming in next Saturday and I’ll give you that £20 now as well. Sign here, please, and you can send me your article as an attachment to an email, all right?

“I will miss our Saturday lunches though.”

“Wow! £100, I can’t believe it! Thank you ever so much, Mrs. Williams. You can rely on me, I won’t forget to send the article next Saturday morning, and I’ll miss our lunches too.”

After lunch with Mrs. Williams, Megan walked the several hundred yards to the shops in the centre of town, where she had arranged to meet her mother for a spot of shopping. She told her mother about the unexpected windfall and what the mayoress had said.

“Well, she’s right, of course. I don’t know why we didn’t tell you to phone to let her know last week. Still, all’s well that ends well. The money is a nice surprise, isn’t it? How much of it do you want to take to France?”

“All of it…”

“So, you don’t want to spend any of it before you go?”

“Ah, I see. Do you want me to buy my own clothes with it?”

“No, that is like your pocket money. It is for extras such as your phone bill. We will still pay for your food, clothes, books and school things, you know, everything you need. Your money is for things you don’t need but want.”

“Yes, all right, I understand now. Let’s say I take £70 and keep £30.”

“Fine, give me the £70 then, and I’ll give it back to you as and when you want it in Euros from an ATM in France. That way you’re only carrying the money that you need and have Sterling left when we come home.

“We’ll still give you your £10 a week pocket money and an extra £10 a week because you’re on holiday. If you want to take more money, give it to me before we go.

“So, have a little think about what you want to do out there and how much it will cost and set yourself a budget. It’ll be good experience for you. You may want to buy some presents for your friends, family or yourself. We can always lend you a