And a hiatus, I'm about to take.
In the early hours of tomorrow morning, Phyllis and I shall drive down to Bournemouth. I expect to stay there about a month and will, more than likely, be there for the birth of my first great niece or great nephew. Exciting! Nice to be a great uncle! Even a great uncle!
Ian will stay with me for a day before returning home sans moi et nos chiennes. In the middle of July, he'll visit me chez Maman for a weekend, then, towards the end of the month, come to collect me again, bring me home, perhaps for a night or two, before the four of us go on a seven day holiday to Ireland.
I'm so excited, I could vomit, dear reader.
In England, I plan on going to the beach, playing bingo, visiting old pals, seeing my family and having some quality time with Mumsy-wumsy. In Ireland, I plan on touring the whole fucking island and, hopefully, bumping into a few folks along the way. On the itinerary so far: Dublin, Waterville, somewhere wee in County Galway and Belfast.