Book myself a fabulous holiday, preferably somewhere hot and tropical.

October holiday plans scuppered by:

a) having 2k nicked from my bank account by debit-card tealeafing b*stard.

b) on checking where exactly my money had gone as part of investigating into above, realising that I have spent waaaaay too much, have waaaaay too much to do with what little remains, and so once again, the holiday has to give.

However, I had, prior to that discovery, decided where I was going to go; the heavenly Chedi Hotel in Oman, and it is now my goal to save for this holiday and go either over Christmas/New Year, or more probably, my birthday in February. For at least 10 days.

I haven’t been on a ‘proper’ (other side of world, serious beach, heat, sun, definitely not English weather, at least 10 days, all-inclusive, exotic, places to explore etc) for almost nine years. For years I have wanted to go on a detox holiday to Thailand. Every year I want to go to the Caribbean. Every year I say I cannot afford it; but do I save? No. For years, I haven’t even taken my full annual leave entitlement from work – how SAD is that?

Enough with this nonsense. I have some money now. Lots of things, sensible, practical, investing in future things, I could use it for – I am not wealthy, and having taken a step into the unknown, my employment situation is precarious and insecure. And we are (about to be) in a recession. Here I go again talking myself out of it. No!

I need and deserve this holiday – I need to recharge, build up some strength, get some sun, remember how to relax, remember how it feels to enjoy myself, invest in my health and wellbeing. Enjoy my life rather than be a slave to the mortgage and the boss.