Center Parcs 018 I am being pulled in all directions over the next few weeks. The school Norfolk July, 2006 024holidays are special to me because I  feel I only have my boys on borrowed time now, if we can do things together still and enjoy each others company, then I shall make the most of it.

The truth is, as they are teenagers, this  largely involves me being their chauffeur, but I do have a few other plans up my sleeve.

This week is going to be hectic catching up with friends, including Sue’s bereaved husband, who is a bit of a culture vulture and is taking me to see the great soprano Kiri te Kanewa this evening. I have asked him to give me some photos of Sue, including some taken on their wedding day – the only time I ever saw her wear a dress.

And I shall be working hard on my studies too. Tomorrow I have an appointment with Lib Dem MP Lynne Featherstone, the last for my research project on MPs and blogging, which I would like to have well wrapped up before heading to our annual retreat in North Norfolk followed by a week in Centre Parcs (no laptop allowed at either place on strict family orders).

When we last stayed in Centre Parcs two years ago, I was in the spa having a  detox seaweed wrap and had been coated all over with green slimy stuff and wrapped in silver foil, the lights were dimmed, the music played softly and I was dreamily dozing off when the fire alarm suddenly went off. I half hoped/dreaded a hunky fireman would come and rescue me, but I was unceremoniously rushed into the shower by staff and ushered out quickly in a toweling robe; and all for nothing as it turned out to be a false alarm.

This may be a longer break than usual, posts will be intermittent, and I will be trawling your sites when I can.

Here’s wishing you a summer of sun, fun and relaxation, with an adventure or too as well.

Ciao.