I wasn't going to write a blog today.

I thought, 'I can go one day without sharing the pitiful details of my life.' Seems I can't. I don't know who really reads my posts, I don't even know if anyone cares. Maybe I don't have enough issues for people to be interested.

That sounds bad, I know, but be truthful: isn't it more interesting to read about major problems than it is to read about the niggly little details of a really boring day?

Oh I mean, I have issues, but they're stupid issues. They're the kind of issues that pretty much everyone has (what poor, poor things we are). They're the kind that I can no doubt sort out without any help. Sometimes I WANT to say something, so someone other than me knows (and in fact, thinking about it, some people have heard little outlines, but the full extents are very much longer), but I hold back. I can't say everything; I don't have that kind of courage that I so envy in others.

So.

I have but one thing to report: we are going on a holiday. All five of us (that is, me, my sisters, my mum and my 'auntie' (lets just call her that), in the next holidays. Yes, this means that if camp happens, I will miss it. I means I will miss any parties or get togethers. I think we're going from the 3rd of April to the 13th, which leaves me about 6 fulls days of time at home. Not even a week. Time which passes so impossibly fast (it seems, these days).

We're going to the South Island, for a little road trip in a very flash campervan which Mum has found for hire. We're going whale watching (mum's idea), white water rafting (mine), ice skating (Ellie's) and what else I don't know.

Knowing my family, it will be a disaster. We can't get along for a whole day in our house, I can't imagine how bad a comparitively small campervan will be.

Until next time: A revoir mon petits chous :D