I had lots of ideas and plans for blog posts before the holiday. But holiday brain has set in and I have nothing to say. Work smurk, kids are going to have to deal with beach and park entertainment as I have no activities planned. All I have in my head are packing lists, book lists, shopping lists for when we get to the villa…

I have some stupid moments of panic about the holiday, I don’t mind flying but I do get anxious when kids are with me on the plane, makes it all seem a little more scary, there is a certain worry about the horrible things going on the world and where is safe to go, but we have done our research and don’t think we are taking any risks, and then I got myself in a state about my sleeping, or lack of it; we have a pretty packed villa and when I am lying there awake there will be nothing I can do but count the minutes whilst lying between Biggy and Golden Boy, every room is occupied and I cannot escape, makes my chest feel a little tight, but Biggy has tried to reassure me that this is a holiday and if I need to go and lay down during the day, then go lay down. I have to relax or I will make it so much worse. I am going to make it so much worse.

First Born has come back from his cruise and he took about 20 photos. 20!! and a couple of them were of the Foo Fighter tickets he managed to buy online whilst he was there. Hmmm our priorities are so different, but he did have an amazing time, I hope he has got a bit of the bug and wants to go somewhere else now.

Right I have no focus for this now, just holiday, holiday, holiday. Here are a couple of pics that were going to have something witty and funny to go with them but not today I am afraid.

he was my friend first Golden Boy

he was my friend first Golden Boy

Golden Boy!

Golden Boy!