holidays, my dears

I'm going on them. As of 4 am this morning. I hope no burglars read my blog.

We will have sand and sun and sea and so on on the Ile de Re, west coast of France. For a week. I am looking forward to the relaxing, the children having their dad 100% available to them, the supermarket paper thin crepes, the bread, the water, the prettiness, the glaces on the beach - though, not so much being seen as a non meat or fish eating freak woman in a French town on the Atlantic coast, so much - but all of the rest.

Now I must clean more, and finish packing, and change the bed for our return, and bring the dog to my brother and buy shampoo - harder than it looks because they only do it in one health food shop in Bray, sigh, these things aren't easy.

What else? What am I forgetting?