Holidays

Not long till our holidays. Not said anything about it here previously, as I think all the family know all about it - maybe bored by now, actually. But, we're going to Puerto Pollensa (or Port de Pollenca, depending on where you're from) on Majorca. Majorca had never really appealed to me before, because everyone just went on about the party side of things - not quite Ibiza, but still lots of Brits Abroad stuff. Anyway, Puerto Pollensa has been recommended by friends who've been so we thought we'd give it a try. Private hire and flights rather than a package, but the apartment looks nice, and it's not far from the town centre without being too close. Should be nice and quiet for us, just as we like it, but with access to bars and restaurants as well.

Natalie, Debbie's daughter (Simon's the Evil Stepdad, a.k.a Bob - don't ask why), is working there - actually in Puerto Pollensa, exactly where we are going - at the moment. Not sure what she's doing, exactly: Simon said she was going there to work, but didn't say what job; and I didn't ask for some reason. I sort of assumed that I should know; that maybe he'd already told me the job, if not the location, until he found out that we were going to the same place. Maybe I should ask, even if I have been told before and I've forgotten. I find this happens to me a lot ...

Matt, who is one of my drinking buddies (and my optician, as it happens) is there at the sime time as well, so we'll probably meet up for a drink.