Can we take a moment to talk about the fact I spent 7 days in Italy, stuffing my ginormous gob with ALL THE GLUTEN. Capitals for extra emphasis. Seriously though, I hit every single breakfast, lunch and dinner hard. I forgot about my pesky IBS and ate whatever the hell I felt like eating.
Turns out I can be incredibly sneaky when I need to be. Case in point, I booked a holiday 4 weeks ago as a surprise to my husband and managed to keep my gob firmly shut until we were in the car on the way to the airport. Get in.
Questions that were running through our mind before heading to Portmeirion during our mini break… Could it really be that picture perfect? Are the houses really painted glorious pastel colours? Do people actually live there? Do we have to pay to get in to this village?
We couldn’t go all the way to Snowdonia and not attempt to climb Snowdon. However, I’m not entirely sure I knew what I was letting myself in for. But, sod it, because I bloody well did it. I made it to the top. I mean, I should probably say we made it to the top, because Al was there with me and the main reason I made it.
I think it’d be an understatement to say that Al and I needed a break. We’ve both had a lot going on, been under stress, feeling run down and a bit over it. We needed time out and we needed some time away, so booked a mini break to Wales for a bit of a breather. And it was the best decision we could have made.
As soon as I plan a holiday I find it necessary to stock up on sunglasses. The fact that I already have an obscene amount in my possession doesn’t seem to stop me. I’m an animal.
I don’t know what it is about Al and I that attracts freakish weather but we do. Hurricane Irma and the smaller José turned up at our September wedding in Antigua, and then we had cyclone Berguitta join our honeymoon in Mauritius.
Let me tell you about the best forty quid I ever spent. Technically it’s £80 but stay with me…
Two weeks up until our flight I was having daily issues with my IBS. I was stressed, tired and constantly chasing my tail to make sure I’d ticked everything off my to-do lists. Yes, I had plural lists. It was a shite time.
Did I tell you that I’m getting married on a beach? Ha! Jokes. Of course you bloody know by now! This obviously means I need to buy more “holiday” clothes. Whoops!
