Spin the globe

Because of the nature of our work Simon and I can very rarely book a holiday months in advance like normal people, but have to take time out at the drop of a hat when things seem like they are going to suddenly be quiet for a couple of weeks. So yesterday we decided that we are going to go on holiday, on Wednesday.

You'd think that as we've done this last minute thing so many many many times, we'd be pretty expert at it by now - know where we want to go at the very least - but oh no, for some reason choosing where to go on holiday is a task beyond our capabilities. We own a Rough Guide to every country in the whole world yet still resort to the spin the globe method of location hunting, and even then can rarely agree on where is best to visit.

Against the clock we end up embroiled in frenzied phone calls to various travel experts, and by the time we eventually agree on where to go can't even bear the sight of each other, and most definitely don't want to go on holiday together.

But this time I SWEAR it's going to be different. I have wanted to go to The Maldives for, like, EVER and so that is where we are going to go.

I'd like to add the words end of story on to that sentence, but of course it's nowhere near the end of the story because I am, it appears, married to a toddler. A toddler who will apparently get a bit tetchy being in such a deserted place as The Maldives, and a bit bored of looking at all that sun and sea and sand for ten whole days with nothing to do apart from, what's it called? RELAX.

And what about the rest of the world? Have we looked into the rest of the world? I mean we still have four whole days before we leave, so can we at least look into the rest of the world?

ARGH.