Well, I am heading across the channel to make sandcastles, go crabbing, avoid lots of dog turd on the pavements and eat shed loads of calorific food.
I have decided to have a long hard think about going back to my original career when I come back home. After flirting with the idea of re-training as a teacher (but deciding I don't like other peoples children very much - sorry), becoming a florist (that lasted about 40 minutes), owning a sweetshop (I would eat the profits), starting a cupcake company (I'd be up baking until midnight, instead of watching McDreamy), I have decided that perhaps what you know is maybe better than mere flirtations.
Previous career was as a freelance journalist, but I'd kinda fallen out of love with it. I couldn't take any more phone calls of, 'What we need is you to find three girls who are unlucky in love, like having sex on cars, have been abducted by aliens and got pregnant. They need to be willing to talk about it at length, have their photos taken, be very attractive and they have to be in London by tomorrow at 1pm.'
'Famous singer wants you to upload all news to his/her website 24/7. You must be available at all hours, whatever country they are in.' OK. Await news. Ping goes the inbox, 'Today I have been on the road and eaten a rancid cheese and pickle sandwich. Story approved to go up, I think the fans will be really interested...' Hmm, after waiting up til midnight the hot news off the press is that a famous person has eaten a cheese sarnie. Right. The thing is uber scary pop fans are interested in this guff.
But just like sometimes you don't realise what you've got 'til it's gone, how a trial separation can make you realise what you're missing, how discovering blogging means you actually do like writing for fun again and how a loaf of bread now costs £1.34, perhaps it is time to go back...