Is it bad, just days before my holiday (I've already done my packing!), that I'm salivating over some other airfares and thinking of "where to next?"

Surely that's normal, right?

...and I'm going to enjoy it. No matter what happens.

I'm resisting the travel urge.

Must. Resist.

Like thinking about someone unattractive to "calm" an errant moment of arousal, I'm thinking about spending a weekend in a mouldy, 1970's style B&B in Blackpool to cool the flames of desire.

My cab did NOT turn up at 5 am. I was not amused. Got to airport via bus, tram and DHL van (don't ask!). Just what I needed! Now to see what Aer Lingus throw at me!

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