Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve got as far as getting Jamie to sort the flight. I find all this organisational shit far too stressful. I walked the dog. So we have a flight for two to Ibiza on glorious Ryan Air. Thank god it’s only a couple of hours. Still working on hotels, I have a feeling which one we are going to end up at, and it’s going to be one hell of a blast. Mad an enquiry elsewhere and got the answer back ‘at least six months’. So all good on that front. Did do piss all else really except forget to eat lunch and clean a load of wine bottles. Happy days.