I can delay no longer, today I pack (ugh).. I am such a grouch when it comes to our annual family holiday, I pretend it's not going to happen until the day before we leave, then I run around like a headless chicken in a mad scramble to get everything together.
Oh sure, I have a fine old time of it once we get there, it's just the thought of getting there that gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies. How the hell do I know which shoes I'll need over there? They all come. My eldest daughter agrees, all hers come too. After huge negotiation, I've overruled the majority decision to leave my laptop behind, but have conceded to take the old, clunky one (with the screen that freezes every ten minutes) along instead. Not that I expect to get a signal mind (sob), but I might manage to squeeze in a little writing now and then.
It's going to be hot, hot, hot (far too hot) in Greece, but as the drinks will be free on tap I guess I'll survive. (Note to self: don't forget to pack the Alka Seltzers.) Anyways, eight days is a long time to suck your tummy in by the pool, I'll need to escape to the sanctuary of my room every couple of hours just so's I can breathe out again..
So, watch this space, in those immortal words, "I'll be back!".