I'm off on holiday tomorrow morning at 5.45am. And...

I'm not out in the pub, accidently *ahem* staying out until 3am and guaranteeing myself a knackered and hungover start to the trip.

I've got some local currency, so won't have to pay over the odds at an airport exchange service, or dash around frantically trying to find an elusive ATM at a foreign airport to try and get some cash for a taxi to my accommodation.

I've found my missing bikini.

I've got a guide book, plus a load of information about the country that I've printed off t'internet, to read on the plane.

I've packed.

Let me just repeat that. I've packed.

I've booked my taxi for the morning.

I've set my alarm.

Bloody hell. Anyone would think I was organised.

Of course, I have yet to tear myself away from the re-runs of Heroes currently playing on BBC2, which are scheduled to run until 1.30am. So I'm not out of the woods just yet.

Oh, and one more thing...

Croatia beach

See y'all soon!

x