#throwbackthursday

#throwbackthursday to our holiday inĀ France …where alf face-planted the sand …I could squish Robb’s cheeks like so and he wouldn’t get embarrassed …we ate A LOT of moules {moules marniere, curried..you name it, we ate it} …Paul burnt his forehead and nose {for the billionth time} and I had silly hair. Looking forward to making […]

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packing, packing, ironing, packing…

I wish Ibiza would pack itself! after hours of feeling like I wasn’t getting anywhere with it, I left the bois with their games, Paul with his hangover, grabbed the dog and headed out. these beauts are now mine following a hard night of partying on my sister’s hen do in London. the blisters I […]

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