And tomorrow I leave for a Spanish island. Apparently they've just had an impressive thunderstorm.
I was hoping for sunshine, but lightning streaking across the sky whilst I sit on the balcony, sipping beer and enjoying the show will do just fine.
Stupidly early flight, so I think I may simply stay up all night, drinking beer and watching DVDs.
If you see a guy in a black leather jacket, slumped and quietly drooling in the departure lounge at Gatwick tomorrow, it'll probably be me. I'll be the one for which they keep calling the last call.
