Holidays! 

I've just made (and paid for) definite plans for my holidays this year.

England. Norway. Iceland.

My stomach is doing back-flips... Who the f*** is going to pay for it? Well, I am. Go me.

On the other hand, I 1) only live once (and not for much longer, hopefully), and 2) money is there to be spent. So, go f*** yourself, stomach. Do all the bloody back-flips you want, I'm going to travel, and I'm going to enjoy it, and that bean counter in me can go stick something sharp and pointy up his arse.

Yeah.