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You know you're getting on when you receive an invitation to attend your High School Reunion. But this wasn't just any old invitation. It wasn't simply for a quick catch up and some snapchat selfies over coffee. This was for the Mother of all Reunions: The 20 Year Biggie. A chance to reconnect, reminisce and… Continue reading High School Reunion
Roll on the Great British Bank Holiday. A delightful long weekend in which important, tired and hard-working people get to rest their weary heads, and less important but equally as tired and hard-working FTM's get to, quite frankly, carry on regardless. A joyful time in which the Great British Public love to either a) inebriate themselves over three consecutive days, whilst manning a… Continue reading The Great British Bank Holiday
So here's the thing. For the past year or so, I've been involved in an arrangement. A you-scratch-my-back-and-i'll scratch-yours type of thing. In fact, I could easily go as far as to call it a relationship. A mutually beneficial, reciprocal kind of relationship, which saw its inception at the school gates. At first I was dubious, but after… Continue reading Car Share
The clock had been ticking for nigh on two years. Tick Tock. Tickety Tock. 1460 home-made beds and 2190 meal-time marathons later, the time had finally come. For a holiday. Another one? Never mind a year's worth of maternity leave, weekend joyrides in Amsterdam or the five week stint on The Costa Del MIL (& for that… Continue reading Brits on Tour