You’ve got to ask yourself with less than 4 days to go – is going on holiday actually worth it?

It will be, but right around this time you think you’re going mad.  Mad as a bucket of frogs to be precise. It all gets a bit overwhelming –  bills need to be paid, the washing and ironing need to be up-to-date, getting the right amount of food in the fridge is a black art and you want to change your bed linen so that you have a lovely clean bed to come back to.  And that’s just at home – the countdown at work is worse, appraisals and 1:1 meetings need to be held, interviews for new posts need to be conducted, paperwork needs to completed and filed, and handover meetings on key projects must be prioritised.

And I still need to pluck, preen and pedicure my way into holiday mode.  I also need a manicure and if I can fit it in, a visit to the hairdresser to cover up those sneaky grey strands that have so very conveniently reappeared this morning.

So if anyone asks me if I’m looking forward to my break, the answer on Wednesday evening when all of this is done will be a resounding “yes”, but until then I’ll be running around like an idiot making sure everything’s done.  And probably swearing, under my breath admittedly, but swearing nonetheless.

My mantra for the next few days, “Going on holiday is fun, no really, it is”.