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Tomorrow, Mum, Lucy, Grandma and I leave for Sydney, and then the next day we fly to New Caledonia. YAY!
We are all very excited. Grandma was packed and ready two days ago. (This bit of news did not surprise me in the least.)
Lucy and I decided months ago that we were going on holiday. We planned to organise it ourselves but then realised we'd need Mum for logistic reasons. Also, we love Mum. When we decided on New Caledonia we had to invite G'ma because that's where her grandfather was born and we knew she'd love to go. Also, we love Grandma. So this holiday is a lot different from the roadtrip to the coast somewhere that Lucy and I first thought of, but we're not complaining. We'd only have fought over the music in the car the whole trip, and I think she had some notion that we would sleep in swags by the side of the road each night, which would not have ended well.
Although, Lucy might be complaining tomorrow, seeing as though she went out tonight and will probably not enjoy six hours in a car with a headache, but well, this is the price she has to pay for having a social life. Silly girl. Mum and I had a very pleasant evening in watching telly, I'll have you know. No sir, we didn't need any loud noise and vodka. In my day you had to walk fifteen miles in the snow just to get to the vodka. And it was frozen when we got there! We had real alcopops in those days. And our music was twice as loud! WE ALL WENT DEAF BACK THEN; PROPER PARTYING, WE DID.
Damn kids.
BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. The point is, New Caledonia, for a week. Pretty pacific island! (One of the several) land(s) of my (many various) ancestors! Where people speak French (we are all rubbish at French and are hopeless with the phrasebook we bought)! Where there are the proper pretty type of beaches and quiet spots to read, and possibly even pools with no frogs in them! WAH-HEY!!
Lucy and I were on a diet to prepare (not that she ever gains weight. Damn her!) - you know, the diet where you don't actually eat any less, but preface every bit of junkfood with "I'm supposed to be on a diet you know." It didn't really achieve much (people kept giving us chocolates for Christmas), so we have decided we will do some exercising on the holiday itself and lose weight that way.
We leave our house at 10am, and it is now 1:03am. I maaaay not quite be finished packing at this point. And my bed miiiight be covered in clothes. And possibly has no sheets on it. I have showered already though, so I consider myself ahead.
At this point I have run out of this to say. I hope there are no frogs there. And I hope that when I look out at the sea there, I get that effect where you can actually feel how big the ocean is, feel that it's not just something that hangs about the edges of land, but that it really does go on forever and the land is just sitting in a tiny part of it. And I hope we find Grandma's family. Or at the very least that she enjoys hearing his accent again, feels at home there.
So g'bye all, see you in a bit over a week. Oh, and happy New Year!