I have to admit to feeling bone weary at this present moment, having packed two suitcases and written copious notes for Sam re: watering the plants and emergency measures for removing Chicken Pasanda from my beige Berber carpet.
I think it was his gentle promise of keeping in touch "… as I'll need to know how the washing machine works…" that tipped me over the edge. Oh, that and Willows deciding that she too wouldn't mind coming away with us to sandy beaches and blue waters…
Yes, it's that time again and, as suggested last year, having gazed upon Kefalonia's stunning horizon we are booked into a seaside hotel on that very island for 10 days… flight out at nine this morning! I should be winging my way across some stretch of water when you read this (geography was never my strong point so I haven't a clue which way the plane will be heading).
As promised last year, and in fact any time I leave our fair isle in pursuit of the sun, you will be guaranteed as much if not more of the warm rays than I will receive in my little piece of Greek heaven.
Take good care of yourselves, and I promise I will return bronzed, relaxed and with a collection of memories and photos to share.
Love Ali x x x