Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I have a week off work and it is the first day of my holiday today. Now don't get me wrong I love my job, probably more than most because of what I do, but there comes a time in each year when you need to take some holiday and quick. The monotony of getting up, going to work, coming home, going to bed, getting up, going to work, coming home, going to bed and on and on and on, just gets too much after a while regardless of how much you love your work, and you just wanna scream and say 'Stop the world, I wanna get off! Ahhhhhh!' Especially when you're a manager and you have to not only manage your own work, but the work and actions of a team of others too. It's just exhausting... is anyone feeling me?

Phew, well that's that out of my system.

Anyway, so I have a week off and I have great plans for how to spend my week, including a day trip to London and night out in Soho, a hike with my Dad, a visit to the zoo and a short stay with my Mum, plus more. But as I sit here on the first morning, laptop in place, Wii smiling seductively at me from across the room, I wonder how likely it is that I will even leave the flat. It's more likely perhaps that I will spend the entire week here vegetating, rebuilding the strength needed to springboard back to work and plough on for the next few months, until my next planned leave at Christmas.

Gosh I do hope that this feeling of utter despair departs shortly!