Got myself a cunning plan back in October, I did.

Back when I was on a quest to find somewhere to celebrate my BIG birthday which unluckily falls in The Bleak Early Winter.

I had no intention of being BIG and SAD. Not me. A large dollop of winter sun was what I wanted for these ageing and cold bones.

So I closed my eyes and wished and dropped my credit card into the dark, bottomless pool that is called Lousy Exchange Rate.

And was rewarded with a trip to Africa. To be more precise, a short trip to Marrakech. Starting tomorrow night.

Excitement at boiling point, I spent a considerable time over the weekend hunting down clothes that didn't have a tog rating of a cloned Yeti-Woolly Mammoth.

And I've ruined it all by checking the World Weather Forecast.

Yep, Heavy showers and unseasonably low temperatures in ..... Marrakech.

Luckily, I also washed a couple of fleece jumpers. Ho hum.

(What? No sympathy? Tee heee heeeeeeeeeeeee)