Thinking about holidays

I blame Chrysaphi. The first post I read this morning was hers pointing out that KLM have really rather cheap flights to Istanbul throughout July and August. Couple that with Tabouli also planning a visit to Turkey two posts further on; the demise of my grandiose plans to go to Armenia and Georgia; the fact that Dr Lovely is in exam purdah so the half-formed plan of visiting NYC was dead in the water before I'd even broached it with her; and the fact that after a few days of blazing sun it's now vaguely drizzling in London again; and my trigger finger is impatiently hovering over the "book now" button.

I do, of course, have a week of living in a cave villa built into a cliff face in Croatia Sorrento with Rob, Steph, Fiona, Milliesioux and others to look forward to, which will be fab. But what's the point of being a tool of capitalist oppression if you don't go on holiday for more than a week a year? Besides, I'm supposed to be trying to write a novel about Hagia Sophia.