It's bank holiday Monday and the cat has wandered off to do its own thing. We woke up late and ended up going for a pub late-lunch. I was embarrassed to find that the answer to the question - "What types of Sunday lunch are you doing?" was "It's not Sunday". It felt like a Sunday.

Lunch, playing on the quiz machine, and then back to the house. It was time to get serious about booking a holiday. We'd been scanning the holiday websites looking for somewhere to go, but we'd not gotten anything sorted out properly. No more messing about. So, we went online, chose a destination, looked at some options and then chose a holiday. We didn't book it. First I went round looking at various review websites and the government advice website. Eventually, I felt that I was prepared enough to give it a try and we booked.

We're off to Tunisia in about 2 weeks' time. Time to learn some French and buy some cool clothing.

After the holiday buying there was time for a quick sandwich before I was sent back up North to Newcastle. The car has done too many miles and it may be time to either get it sorted out for the short journey to 200,000 miles, or exchange it for a newer car and start running that one into the ground.

It seemed to take a long while to get home, but the radio was reasonable enough company.