I'm off on a much shorter, and closer to home, family holiday-we're going to stay in a shack on the Isle of Wight. LOL jk haha as if...but actually, no. It is quite seriously, a shack. Love it. NOT. (Can you read through all these layers of sarcasm and actually work out my true meaning? Can you? Well, probably not. Cos you kinda can't detect sarcasm in writing. Plus I just ate a whole packet of wine gums, which was probably not wise, since, as I'm not doing any rowing at the moment, the sugar just goes straight to my head.) As I haven't yet worked out how to do scheduled posts yet (APPEAL: if anyone knows how to do scheduled posts, please drop me a comment telling me how?! I'd really appreciate it!) I'll pretty much be MIA for as long as I'm required to stay in the shack for (hopefully less than a week...please God!).
Anyway...here, the antithesis of my IOW shack. Just so you know, I'll be living in a Manhattan penthouse apartment one day, looking down on all you mere mortals...be warned. And sorry for this torrent of word vomit...I'm barely thinking clearly.