My bags are packed. My iPod is full of music (and the 8 German CDs ripped to its memory in the hope I’ll come back being able to speak like a native). The weather has been checked - several times, and it’s still hot enough to justify eating ice cream all day every day.

Oh, and my bag is packed, which is the important bit.

I decided against the head-shearing in the end.

Now where is that passport?

I haven’t seen a single cloud all day today. I think it’s London’s way of saying ‘don’t go’, but I know that if I didn’t it would spend all of next week raining and laughing at me, so that’s it. I’m deserting my desk, my keyboard(s) and my responsibilities for seven whole days - the first holiday since… blimey - Lithuania, I think. That was a long time ago. Very nearly a year.

Where has all that time gone? Scary thing is to think that in another two months’ time I’ll have been with the magazine for six years. When I joined I planned on staying only two, just to ‘tide me over’.

Anyhow, holidays. My rail map of Europe does show a very nice route out of Barcelona up to Andorra with the green stripes on either side of the track that signify ’scenic’. Checking it on the Die Bahn site, though, I see that it’s actually a bus from the end of the route, and it takes between 12 and 22 hours - compared to 3 on a coach from Barcelona, so I guess that’s out of the question.

The only question now, of course, is whether or not my mailserver will collapse under the amount of spam that will gather in the course of a week. On my home account alone it’s stacking up at a rate of around 80 a day, which is almost 600 in the week until I get back. Perhaps I’ll leave a PC turned on with Mozilla bouncing everything back to keep things nice and tidy.

Hmmm…

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