This post comes to you courtesy of the hotel WiFi at our resort in Mauritius .

Yes, we are on holiday.

Ten minutes by car; an hour and a half on the train; eleven hours in the air and an hour by coach, is all it took to get here.

It was somewhat inconsiderate of Mrs M to book a holiday right in the middle of the Blogathon, but there you are.

We have no plans – other than rest and relaxation and a couple of boat trips – but, if something exciting happens – like Mrs M suddenly decides to go paracending (100% unlikely to happen) – I shall post it up here… unless I melt in this 30 degree heat.

Meantime, you will just have to put up with some of the usual drivel that – in true Blue Peter fashion – I prepared earlier.

Right, I’m off to the pool bar.

TTFN

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