I’m a funny sort. With no time off since last September, you’d have thought I’d be desperate for us to start our honeymoon.
Especially with our awful weather in this country and the fact that our first port of call is Malaga and it’s 38C there this week.
But here I am, suitcases packed, dogs delivered to friends, sat in a house full of flowers, kind of wishing we could stay.
Apparently I screamed the ferry down as a five-year-old when we left the Isle of Wight to go on holiday for the first time.
Maybe I haven’t shrugged that off yet.
But with 14 decks of bars, restaurants and swimming pools on our cruise ship, it’s time to snap out of it!