Turkey. The place not the bird. That's where the family and I spent our summer hols.
Only by the skin of our teeth though. First there was the trauma of Mark's passport which got stuck in the Passport Office log-jam for seven weeks. Seven. And then there was the closure of the motorway on our way to the airport leaving us gridlocked for well over an hour, frantically making phone calls to airlines and travel agents and calculating the odds of making our flight.
By the time we finally made it, I was ready for a whole heap of relaxation.
Ha ha ha, who am I kidding. You've clearly never been on holiday with us. There was a little tiny bit of infinity pool loafing and a whole heap of trying out ever activity possible.
And it was so much fun I cannot even begin to tell you. And the best thing about it was after running around all day, I could eat like an absolute hog and still fit into my swimsuit! Because the food in Turkey was incredible - octopus salad, how I miss you.
Oh for the ability to snap my fingers and head back right this moment - because quite frankly my normal life is feeling a bit grim in comparison. I'm having immense difficulty in getting myself kick started into reality. Post holiday blues. And it's freezing.