It's nearly eight in the morning and I'm awake before everyone else. This is partially due to my excitement, but also because I'm intent on going out this morning to buy aforementioned SD card. It is, however, absolutely piddling it down, and I don;t much fancy going out in that!

I don't know how many people thought Mike Oldfield crazy when he wrote about his 'atmosphere antennae', but I can really see where he's coming from. Certain days and situations really do seem to have particular atmospheres to them. Summer evenings in August, for example. The first day back at school after summer, which I probably won't feel for another year or so if all goes well. The beginning of the Christmas holidays.

Years ago, when Mum had the money to come over here and take us back to Ireland for two weeks, the two days before she was due to arrive would feel great, like one of those promising days, only they've been electrocuted or sent on a sugar rush. It's been a long time since I've had that feeling, and when I woke up this morning it struck me smack-bang in the face. I'll be heading over there in less than two days' time, and today's got that "I'm about to travel!" excitement to it.

Dad's getting up, now. I can hear him bumping about, coughing and wheezing. Perhaps I can scrounge a lift to the flea market to avoid walking in the rain and getting soaked.

I checked my e-mails again this morning and there's no reply from Mum or Claire. It matters even less, now that my plan's free from holes.

It occurred to me recently that I'd love to write a book about Canterbury; something that would be part travelogue, part insight into the city's history and culture. I'd go there myself on foot (taking the safest route, of course), write about my journey and my experience there - interlinking the stuff about the city itself - and it would be my very own Canterbury Tale. To do that would be tremendous fun.

While I'm at the flea market, it might be of benefit to look into new shoes as well, while my orange ones ended up ruined.

I went to the flea market, getting soaked in the process. QSExtra had orange shoes, but none in my size, and I bought a 2GB Micro SD card for £5. Mission accomplished, I took it home, took the memory card out of my phone and slotted the new one in. It went in a bit odd at first; it took some pushing to get it in, but I managed. I turned my phone on, went into 'phone status'...

The new card didn't register. At first I was puzzled, thinking my phone was just playing silly buggers with me again, but then I realised what was wrong. The two cards are slightly different; this phone would only accept a very specific type of card. And, worse still, the new Micro SD was stuck.

After a brief panic, we got the card out (thank you, Dad, and your magical pins!) and I've figured out a way of making space for the Chronicles of Kelza: Ireland Special. The SD card fits Ashley's phone, so I put it in and transferred all my photos and videos, then deleted everything off my phone.

Crisis averted, then! I nearly died when I realised the Micro SD was stuck. The thing about my phone is it's hard enough getting the ordinary card out; the slot's so precariously located and designed that you'd need fingers like pins to get anything out of it. And then it only takes a specific type of card... there's a whiff of Apple about it all.

Guess who knows about my excursion to Ireland now? Dad remembered out of the blue earlier that he has my older sister, Gail, added as a friend on Facebook. He contacted her; she phoned us and then phoned Mum who said 'yay!', and then she phoned us again. My surprise is down the drain, but I now have a secure means of transport (i.e. my stepdad) and I've saved £35.

As it happens, Mum is in Newcastle for the summer, staying at the caravan at Mourneview. I'm so glad she still has it, as it means she has somewhere nice she can escape to virtually for free. So, she's willing to have me over (Gail's exact words were 'over the moon'), which means I can have a proper holiday!

Wow. When on earth did you last hear the words 'Kelza' and 'holiday' put together? "Kelza ruins neighbours' summer holiday by playing loud music"? "Mr. Holiday accuses Kelza of performing unethical tests regarding black holes and his favourite nail clippers"? And why can't I think of an example which doesn't involve me causing other people bother?

Let it be known, world: Kelza is going on holiday, for the first time in about five years. I actually can't believe it!

Now all that's left is to pack tomorrow, go and hope my ID gets me onto the plane...