In which we acclimatise nicely to villa life.
Coming to a screen near you.
“I’ll be up in a minute to tuck you in!”
Let’s drink whisky to keep warm.
And don’t forget it’s three cheek kisses in Europe.
Today we step out into the bristling heat of Menorca, palm trees helping to set the scene. How did I get here?
It’s the last day of my 20s. The title of this blog has been unashamedly borrowed from Douglas Adams and here I’m going to borrow another of his deliciously pithy phrases: Don’t Panic.
In which we think about the elusive and fickle nature of love.
“All wrong, all wrong!”
Well, great. Just what you want to hear whilst naked and vulnerable on a table.
Ferris Bueller gives some good advice.