Christ almighty, tie a knot in it! It's only five days man!
Mind you one of our lot has to "regrind his crankshaft" a minimum of twice a day and regular as clockwork. Otherwise he goes :-XMAD

and starts rubbing his groin up complete strangers like a Jack Russell. And I'm sure another one of ours is definitly "turning funny" by the time we get back, such are the overflowing tanks. His wife normally makes sure she is out when he gets back! HAHA!
I wonder if Gilles knows of any establishments where the ladies are of a "confiding disposition"? Other than that, my only advice is to buy some top shelf material in a french tobacconist. But be careful, one year we bought a sealed up bumper pack of three. The one in the middle was a gay book!

ECK!