It's nothing special, an economical little Micra to spirit us half-way across the country. I'm going at buy CDRs so I can burn some tunes to keep us awake as we're leaving at 6am with a view to arriving at our destination in Cornwall before midday. It's a fair old trek and the weather's supposed to be pretty shit, so we're leaving early to make the most of the lack of traffic. If we hit the M4 before the mad rush starts I reckon we'll be ok.
I'm incredibly excited. I haven't felt like this for a long time, not even when we went to Charmouth a couple of years ago. This time we've got somewhere lovely and free to stay, I know daughter's going to get spoiled rotten by her grandparents and I'm going to meet with some internet friends as well as hopefully put a few miles of cliff and beach walking on my lovely lovely boots.
I'm really happy we can manage this trip at all. It's only really thanks to the taxpayer in general that our benefits are generous enough to allow us this one luxury. I kind of feel a bit naughty using back-dated housing benefit money to pay for a jolly of this nature, but I justify it by telling myself it's money I'd have saved anyway and we definitely deserve a holiday. I still have a little bit put aside for emergencies and such, so I haven't drained the pot completely, but there's still a niggle of guilt that I could be doing something better with the money.
Hang on... Better? What could be better than providing my daughter and myself a six-day adventure across the country involving musical cars, wonderful scenery and views, sea and sand, excellent company, doting grandparents and internet weirdos? A chance to get away from it all, de-stress and treat ourselves a bit?
Trip justified.
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