Barbara (one of my sisters) is in London at the moment. She has been for a little over 2 months. Since she left Mum has been talking saying that we should all go over and visit her for Christmas. I wasn’t too sure how serious Mum was until she bought tickets for herself, Dad, my other sisters, and me. We’re going to London for a month. God help the brits. So all my plans to pay off my debuts and get my life into order just went out the window. I have two friends saying that if I’m going to be in London then I MUST go to Paris for a weekend at least, like there wont be enough to do in the UK. I have two friends saying that a month isn’t long enough, and I should try and draw out my trip as long as possible, like I could ever be satisfied and see it all. And I’ve got no fucking idea how I’m going to do any of this, and why suddenly everyone thinks they know what is best. I want to go to Ireland. I could easily spend the whole month in a pub in a small country town in Ireland. I want to do the things that tourist don’t do. I want… lots of things… still working on the list.