Well, my work is nearly done and I'm getting ready to shoot off to Portugal on Thursday. Wednesday night will be packing night, which is always fun. It takes me 20 minutes and my wife 7 hours. At roughly 11 p.m., I will hear the words "Do you have any room in your case? I can't seem to fit the kitchen sink in mine". Bless her. On Thursday morning, I will be asked to check the tickets, passports, reservations and timetables 28 times. Bless her. The party consists of me, my wife, my sister (Diamond Lil), my daughter and her boyfriend. I have decided to spend the entire holiday asking the boyfriend about his intentions regarding my daughter. I will also ensure that there is no physical contact between them for all seven days. Harsh but fair.
Anyway, I can almost taste the cold beer and chorizo and, what's more, I won't write a single cartoon.