As evidence that there’s a greater plan to life, and that the individual in charge of that plan has a profound sense of irony, I discovered in the last week that my company conference is going to be in Malta in June.
At least this time around I’ll have something to do and have a bunch of my mates with me, although sadly not Fliss who deserves a better attempt at a holiday as much as I do. While she’s enjoying the use of the car for a working week, I’ll be staying in a sumptuous five star hotel rather than an old folks home with piss-proof furniture masquerading as a hotel.