I know I'm moving house and all that, but it hasn't stopped me planning a summer holiday.
Two weeks of sitting poolside, drinking toxic cocktails and generally doing my liver plenty of damage, whilst pretending to read books. So much to look forward to!
I'm meeting up with a couple of old friends from my Sydney days in Vanuatu. They wanted to meet somewhere 'halfway'. How we ended up with them travelling four hours and me 22 hours I don't know. It hardly seems halfway.
But the plan is that we'll just relax, unwind, drink.
The first thing the Aussies said to me was
"we have to coordinate our duty free purchases - we need to make sure we have all we need for balcony cocktails"
My poor liver is going to hate me for this. But possibly not as much as my bank manager...
That said, thanks to the trusty old Platinum Air France card, the flights haven't cost me a bean (apart from taxes, natch) and so I get to giddy my way around the world in a business class haze of fancy drinks and movies for nothing. I may even get some sleep.
And joy of joys - thanks to flight schedules, I get to spend a couple of days in Japan on the way down under.
Japan is my favourite country for holidays - I just love the alien-ness of it all. The total challenge of travelling somewhere where there is no common cultural reference.
So, two days bimbling round the shops of Osaka will do me good and give me the retail therapy that I can only imagine does not exist in Vanuatu! It'll also help break me in gently to the 'being on holiday' thing, which can take some getting used to.
But first I have to move house. And drive to the UK. And sell my car. And fly back to France. And hand over my work to a colleague. And pack for holidays.
And not lose my tickets in amongst the chaos....
Now that would be a disaster.