Ooops I’ve done it again

Late at night while doom scrolling on my phone I send emails to my travel agent, enquiring about exotic cruises.

This is unwise as she is hyper efficient and responds the next morning, informing me that she’s secured a cabin and attaches an invoice.

I panic because I was just spit balling, but shite’s suddenly got real.

She politely concludes her emails with these words: “Let me know if you wish to go ahead with the booking.”

So technically there’s no pressure, but the most exquisite agony overcomes me as I vacillate between thinking “go on, you deserve it, pay the deposit on the exotic cruise” and “oh no, what have I done????” and “Annalize will be so disappointed if I pull out after she’s gone to so much trouble”.

I sent one of those reckless emails to Annalize on Sunday night. On Monday morning she replied to say cabin 304 had been secured, with an invoice attached.

And, as expected, I panicked …

Then I sent another email enquiry last night to another cruise company about another exotic cruise … because I have absolutely no self restraint.

Fortunately that email was non-specific and just asked when their 2026 schedule was being released. I decided not to bother Annalize with it as she’s currently hot air ballooning in Cappadocia. Highly recommended, apparently, but I’m safe from spitballing on quotes for that because I’m holding off on European cruise enquiries until at least 2028/29.

I have my fingers crossed the Aussie dollar has rallied by then. Circumnavigating Corsica looks nice … Shhhhh, don’t tell Annalize I said that …

Spending four weekends visiting my dad in hospital has left me feeling pretty rattled by how ill-health can rock your world and trap you in a hospital bed.

Part of me says “live it up while you can!”

The other part says “if you keep living it up like this you’ll be skint by the time you’re 70 … maybe earlier”.

Hmmmm, which part of myself should I listen to?

Song of the day: Dragon “April sun in Cuba”