Two big questions confront MPs when Parliament battens down the hatches for the long summer recess today.
How can I escape from my colleagues at Westminster? And where can I be sure that none of my constituents will find me?
Until a few years ago, Ministers may have been happy to to divulge their holiday destination. Now, on police advice, fearful that they may become terrorist targets, few give any indication of where they are going.
One thing is certain, however: if you are bound for Tuscany, Tony Blair's favourite haunt, you risk bumping into a Government Minister.
Tuscany has for several years now been the obligatory place to go, where senior Labour figures can wind down from the toils of office. Just like Princess Diana's marriage, it does tend to get crowded.
Margaret Beckett, the Foreign Secretary, is one of the exceptions. She, along with her husband Leo, is expected to trundle around Europe in a caravan. While Des Browne, the Defence Secretary, now known by the unenviable nickname, "The Unknown Soldier", has not had a holiday for more than four years and, he says, does not intend to start again now.
Needless to say, however disagreeable it may be to accidentally meet your Cabinet colleagues on holiday, it is infinitely worse to be spotted by your constituents.
This fate once befell Ann Widdecombe. With her niece, she was lounging beside a pool in the Far East, a million miles, or so she thought, from her parliamentary duties. Suddenly, a rasping, disembodied voice could be heard from nearby: "Ah, Miss Widdecombe... what about those holes in the High Street?"
Boris Johnson, the flamboyant, straw-headed Conservative MP for Henley, suffered a similar fate. He entered a remote taverna, in a remote part of Greece to be greeted by raucous shouts of: "Oi! That's him off the telly. That MP. Barry something..."