I’m not a big fan of exercise but sometimes I force myself to do it out of sheer necessity. Mostly I try to find excuses or rather find other things to do as a means to avoid it. To my shame, I feel as though I have been doing the same thing with my writing recently. Is it sheer madness that the very thing I say I love to do, I find 101 excuses not to? I’ve just been away for a week in the sun and lovely it was too. As a family, we don’t tend to do highbrow or exotic holidays. My husband is busiest at work during the summer so whilst everyone else is jetting off to luxurious destinations, I’m usually pet sitting and wondering how to juggle work with entertaining the boys during the long summer break. So by October half term we are more than ready to get away. Destinations are fairly limited; we don’t want to travel too far as we only have a week but we do want it to be hot. We usually plump for one of the Canary Islands as the weather there is pretty much guaranteed.