Careful With That Axe, Eugene

Two days until we go on holiday.

I imagine that the place where we will be staying will probably have some sort of gateway to a magical land and we will probably go through it and, in that place, we will probably be really special (like, probably, I will probably be a King or a Hero or something) and we will probably have all sorts of great adventures and meet talking animals/giants/wizards etc.

But it might be hard to send postcards.