Zeb, our elderly Dalmatian, has gone on holiday to boarding kennels, the Husband and kids have gone on holiday to Spain and I'm still here. How come? I have an interview on Monday for a job I really want. So, it was a choice of missing the opportunity to go for it or lose several days relaxing in the sun with my nearest and dearest. It was a difficult one but, when there's a chance of moving on to doing something you like (or might like better than what you're currently doing) for seven hours every day Monday to Friday there's really no contest. So, I can look forward to the weekend on my own putting together a Powerpoint presentation (oh joy) . The strangest bit is not constantly tripping over the dog who associates me with food (I wonder why?) and shadows my every move in the kitchen. I miss the family, too, but I'm not constantly tripping over them so it's different.