On Friday we're off on holiday for a week so it'll be a little quiet round here, unless I find an internet cafe.
We're going to southern Ibiza and, at the moment, I can't wait. I know it going to be non-stop stress getting the kids there and probably not much better getting back but the 5 days in between should be good.
I did know where on Ibiza we were going, but I forgot. Sharon knows, and as long as one of us does then it's OK.
We're going straight after work. Well, not straight. I've got a disco to do first. We're going straight from the end of my disco to the airport, so no sleep for me!
That means I have tonight and tomorrow night to pack. And tonight's gone already. Oops. I'll be packing in a rush again tomorrow. Good job I'm a bloke.
