I like to blog. It is one of my favourite things. So why then does it feel all wrong to be doing it on holiday?
It's not an obsession - honest. OK, I did check before we set off that our hotel had wi-fi, but I was really very calm when the suitcase containing, among other things, my netbook took an extra day to join us here.
So if being on holiday with my family is all about leisure and quality time then, why can't I sneak off for a little blog when no one is looking without feeling guilty?
Holiday blogging is a bit like texting during sex, putting ketchup on lobster or going to work in your pyjamas. There isn't really any reason why you shouldn't if no one else minds, but you just shouldn't.
Is it because, deep down, we don't really approve of technology and, ahem, social media. It's too new fangled, too flighty and, therefore, just a passing fad. We remember Betamax, you see. And Sinclair C5s. Slankets and bubble perms...
But even then, I'm happy to run the risk of looking spectacularly geeky and uncool. Nope, I don't even think it's unwholesome - not the cheap chicken nuggets of a passtime. More I'd say the goujons made from a contented corn-fed chook, fried in spices and ready to dip in a fancy mayonaise with garlic.
And as if to prove the point, I'm writing this while the Panther of News shows delight at having found the German version of Big Brother on the telly.
So I'd say a quick blog does you good - in moderation - even when you're on holiday.