In four days' time, I shall be here. Ner ner ner ner-ner.

There is one small problem, however. I booked the flights, leaving on Friday; and Andy booked the accommodation, starting on Saturday. We arrive in Barcelona at 11am Friday morning, and can only move into our apartment at 1pm on Saturday afternoon. What the hell are we going to do to while away the hours? Lie on the beach all day, go out for a long meal, drink loads, go clubbing, then crash on the beach again at dawn. Sounds like hell.

Thank you to the ever-wonderful Christian and Andy for sending me some CDs, providing the perfect tacky soundtrack to our holiday.