I literally – and not in the overused ‘oh my god, no way girlfriend!’ sense – cannot believe I didn’t think of this. So I’m sitting here, looking out at the dour, wet streets of South London/ Surrey (the ingenious postcode system means that I somehow qualify as living in both, but that’s a different story for a different day) wishing that I’d been somewhere exotic and exciting so I could get an early start at my long and successful career as a bloody good travel writer. 1,110 more words
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Peppa Pig is loved in this house…
…and not just by my son!
So we were understandably excited when we were kindly sent tickets to see 366 more words
En Nouvelle-Zélande, le weekend de Pâques est long : pas moins de 4 jours pour profiter des paysages alentours !
Sauf que le mauvais temps, qui nous a accompagné toute la semaine dernière, a décidé de s’incruster également vendredi, premier jour de notre long weekend. 834 more words
I actually recovered really well from the Mt Cook Half – I think all that walking afterwards really helped. I realised sometime this week that it was my first fully on-road half marathon – all the others I’ve done have been either fully or partially off-road. 1,622 more words