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07.28 – 08.03

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Life

After what feels like several weeks (perhaps months) of feeling almost dead, I now finally feel unequivocally fully dead. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more ready for a holiday (although I am very forgetful).

We went to the pub with Gabs on Tuesday evening for a final goodbye. It was much better than the weekend play date that preceded it. I don’t think Gabs or Ηη appreciate what’s about to happen though.

Αα has been ramping up the madness to 11 and there doesn’t seem to be much we can do about it. She’s still hilarious and loving when she’s not screaming in our faces.

Ηη has been haemorrhaging his belongings at holiday club but otherwise still seems fairly happy to be there.

Σσ nearly murdered both kids on Wednesday for being ungrateful little shits. I arrived home to a toxic atmosphere of the highest order immediately wishing I’d stayed at work.

After work on Thursday we swung round for one final (final) goodbye with Gabs then got the train from Finsbo to Gatwick for a pre-holiday stay in the Premier Inn. I strongly contest the notion that ‘everything’s premier but the price’ but it did a job, and we pretty much had to shake the kids awake at 5am. That felt particularly counterintuitive (and stupid) since we spend such a generous proportion of our lives trying to get them to go the fuck to sleep.

We sat delayed on runway for about an hour but we had an otherwise relatively painless flight with the iPad doing the lion’s share of the childcare.

We arrived in Chania (airport still minority triggering as the scene of the 30h delay of two years ago) shocked and appalled that it had been raining in the morning, but the forecast for the week was 30° and clear skies.

By Sunday we had hit our stride of overeating, drinking, and acquiescing to increasingly ridiculous demands for inflatable tat from every shop. Perfect.

Work

Concepts probably.

Running

• Tuesday hills
• Thursday marshes
• Sunday Crete #1 – set off after the sun was already over the horizon and felt far too hot (and clinically stupid) within minutes