I am going to swim around Croatia. Right around it. Even the landy bits. I like a challenge.
I am currently in the airport, being awed by the people who think a pint of lager at 4.30am is a grand idea. They are steadfastly refusing to give my flight a gate, as is usual for Sleazyjet. I might get to Croatia by Tuesday if I'm lucky.
And guess who just learned to walk? And eat cucumbers whole?
Oh my good lord, I'm going to miss him.