I am officially on holiday. For a month.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with myself.
I'm hoping to make a dent in the books-to-read pile which has been teeteringly tall for the better part of the year. I'm hoping to get sand between my toes and salt water in my hair - covered, as always, in 70+ sunscreen (yes, seriously).
Craig and I are headed to Pauanui which I hear is a beach, and then to Hawaii, which I know is a beach.
Who am I? This yen for sun and sea is completely unlike me.
But I'm not going to argue. It'll make Craig happy.
Before then however there is Christmas.
Tonight the family are massing at Park Place for desserts and Christmas movies.
There is chocolate mousse with crushed candy cane topping, chocolate-peppermint cupcakes, and oodles of fresh berries.
There is Elf, Love Actually, and While You Were Sleeping.
And a lot of wine.
