Today is my final in the office for a bit. Tomorrow, Mrs O and I fly out to Barcelona for a week. Regular readers might recall that we've only recently returned from a mini-break in Spain. We've decided to give the old back-to-back holiday protocol a whizz this year.
I suppose the only downside to it is the fact that I'm not beside myself with sweet anticipation; the break has rather crept up on me without the usual attendant excitement. Normally t-minus two days from the off, I'm gnawing at the bit like a 9-stone horse. Yes, it's made me rather blasé, this proliferation of holidays, not bored but blasé - like James Blunt might be.
Anyways, prior to the off comes all the boring sheight: packing a bag, making sure all the paperwork's in order etc. Still, all that should be done-and-dusted by 8pm, which means there's ample time for a pre-hols snifter or several. Mustn't get too trollied though - early start tomorrow.
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