I’m recently back from a weekend in the sun. And not a family outing either. Nope, I have just returned from a weekend fuelled by champagne, sun and the realisation that you literally can’t go ANYWHERE without spying local yocals from home. True story.
But what really baffled me this weekend, is that for two beautifully long sunny days, 12 women were thrown together for a super special occasion.
Now, these occasions, when aided by sun, bubbles and tiredness – can sometimes end in tears. Maybe not quite tears, but there’s every chance you leave the ‘do’ preferring the idea of eating glass, whilst looking directly at the sun, stood in a sea of Great Whites – than ever seeing these people again. It happens. Continue reading