In a rare occurrence, I have decided to go on holiday.
I’ve realised that it’s time for me to take a necessary break from people & places I know, from men, and to have a rest. So despite my distaste for air travel and warm climates, I am heading to the Continent for a brief respite.
I went to see my hairdresser today for a cut & colour, and I look fabulous. My luggage is all packed, I have my sunglasses, and tomorrow I jet off to the Algarve for ten days.
Amongst other things, I plan to work on my golf game, and catch up on some reading, as I realised today that I’ve neglected to pick up
The Decameron in six months.
Try not to miss me too much!
(Although I’m sure it’ll likely be the other way around, I go through withdrawal when I can’t use the internet. 
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The Algarve, Southern Portugal.
