The bubble is about to burst. Albeit on my magic bubble wand but metaphorically too as my world has just come crashing back to reality with a bump! After having listened to numerous voice mail messages left on my ninjabile from my boss at work over the last couple of weeks, the bump is realising that unfortunately the time has come for us to finish being on holiday and to go home.

Ranging from the first concerned, motherly 'Camping Ninja are you ok? Where are you? You did not come back to work today, we are worried about you' message, to the angry 'Camping Ninja. Where the **** are you?' message, to the complete opposite end of the spectrum, or in this case it must be the universe - the ferociously and very scarily angry '**** *** Camping Ninja!! You better **** ***** ****** ***** ******* back here right now or I'll ****** ***** **** **** *****!!!!!' message.

Ouch! It hurt my ear just listening to them. Quick, delete, delete, delete and switch off before she has the chance to ring back and mention the dreaded words, P45! Eeek! Imagine the angriest person you know and then double it, and double it again and that is what my boss is.

In actual fact the cows have been long gone for a good few weeks now and the exit road re-opened so we could have got back home and back to work quite some time ago really. We have been away for a while. Much longer than we first anticipated but it has been so good and time has really flown by. Isn't that always the way when you're having fun?

It's just so easy to forget what day of the week it is when you're on holiday and having a great time. Sundays seem no different to Mondays or Fridays and all days rolls into one, equal to a weekend in a regular working week.

So dismally we gathered around the camping kettle and took in the bad news, that most unfortunately and ever so sadly, we would in fact have to go back home to go back to work very soon.