foolfillment: the blog

I hate having to think up witty titles, so you’re not getting one today.

Right, everything’s sorted. Got the Euros, got my E111, my passport, checked the times of the planes, booked the taxi to take us to the airport tomorrow morning and I’ve got all of my clothes reached out ready to be packed. All I need to do now is pack, set the alarm and be able to get up at ridiculous o’clock, make the connecting flight in Luton, not get mugged in Barcelona, find a birthday present for my sister (any ideas?), not get too sunburnt so as to not look like too much like a walking blister in a kilt at my brothers wedding and prepare for spending an entire night in Luton airport.

It seems the only reason you need a holiday is to relax from the stress of organising a holiday.