I don't do it veryoften, but I'm off on holiday today. More to the point, I'm off abroad on holiday. It's about time. I haven't been abroad in five years, and I ought to get a bit more use out of my passport before it expires. Given that we're due a heatwave in London, I thought I'd head off somewhere cloudy and damp instead, just to maintain the illusion of an English summer. But should the sun decide to come out, which I hope it does, the good news is that it doesn't set tonight. Yes, I've packed a pullover. Yes, I've also packed my swimming trunks. Yes, obviously I'm looking forward to it.
I might nip in and tell you what I'm up to, show you a holiday snap, give you a bit of local flavour. I might tweet, if local technology permits. Or I could go quiet for a week. They might impound my laptop at the airport, or there might not be wifi at the other end, or I might be having far too good a time to have time to tell you anything. You'll cope. Go read a random page out of the archives or something, there are more than a hundred to choose from. Rest assured that I'll be havinga great time without you, and that I'll come back next month and tell you what you missed. Volcanoes permitting.