We're leaving these blizzards (yes, still) for two weeks at Gran Canaria. I wish I could tell The Arctic it's me, not you. But I can't. April in the Arctic sucks.
This is our official summer holiday, since the summer holiday will be spent having a baby.
* Eat all the fried squid I can.
* Use my brain cells on some decent literature (for the two hours a day we're outsourcing the children to the activity club, will they end up like this, ha-ha) like The Bad Girl by Mario Vargas Llosa.
* Teach my six year old to swim, as swimming in the Arctic is Science Fiction.
* Do plenty of holiday people watching.
Or maybe I'll just sit on a sunbed all day.
The Bridget Jones denial method will stop me from reminding myself that we don't have an entrepeneur, a kitchen or a bathroom in the new house. (Denial can apply to many other areas in life, just try. It works in a very pleasant, short term way)
See you soon!