After having been back home for over a week we are settling nicely into a routine of late nights, lie ins and feasting. Life's been a party. But the inevitable is coming. Normality. I've always hated that Sunday feeling; waiting for Monday morning. It's the same feeling I get when a holiday gets near the end, the party is starting to slow down and everyone starts to think about what is next. The thing is, I like what is "next", the normality. It's just that I am not great with finishing things. I think I mentioned that before. So the whole packing up, saying goodbye and falling back into the mundane routines is currently looming and hangs over my head a little like a pesky cloud not dark enough to rain, but to cast a shadow over my last few sunny days of holiday bliss. Time to give myself a little talking to. It's been a great holiday, a great year. Time to start enjoying looking ahead. I'm no good with New Year's resolutions as I wou...