I was just reading Scarlett's wonderful ode ... How life changes as a "carer". I'm trying to get everything sorted for a week's holiday I've (foolishly?) booked for husband and me in Corfu, we leave on Monday. Till now we've sometimes gone to Spain to stay with my sister when I feel in need of some sunshine, but sadly for me she is in the process of moving back entirely to England, not that it won't be lovely to have her here, even if a couple of hundred miles away. But she was there to share the sometimes difficult moments. This time I'll be on my own, and I'm just getting the second migraine of the day - rainbow lights flashing and another crunching headache. Hadn't realised quite how stressed I am. I do hope it will be fun and worth it, but can't stop worrying now the time is getting nearer, and I've answered the same few questions already at least twenty times today. Oh, for a holiday companion who can really share, rather than one I know will be thoroughly confused and totally dependent ... Though he is constantly saying that he would like to go on a holiday. Am I doing a very daft thing, I wonder? All good fun.