I'm on holidays next week.
And I'm going away - on a plane.
I have 6 nights at a wonderful resort in Melbourne where I've been promised a bed with two four-footed masseuses (and the male is a hunk - I've seen photos); trips to try the local cuisine; an A-list party at an exclusive venue; and a trip to a luxurious day spa where I can sleep on a comfy couch whilst reading great literature.
So I'll be seein' ya.
But the chance I'm enjoying watching the news at the moment? I'll have to book a seat where I can make certain those engines are still operating effectively.
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I'd come, but I've got all these children...
Come for my 50th. All those children will be in school by then.
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