In 48 hours we’re off on holiday to Ibiza. And – thanks to the amazing generosity of my wonderful parents – the whole family (almost) are going.
That’s me, the Lovely Melanie, Millie, Amber, my little brother, his wife and their little girl, as well as (obviously) my Mum and Dad.
To say I’m looking forward to it would be an understatement. But my enthusiasm is dwarfed by that of the girls’ like a planet is dwarfed by a star. 😀
The girls have never flown before, and have only left England twice in their lives (both times to Wales). Remembering my first trip abroad at Millie’s age (8) I can’t wait to see their reactions to flying and to being in Spain.
That’s going to be half the fun for me.
Arrive. Go to beach. Sit down with book.
Millie and Amber announce “This is brilliant! We’re going to play in the sea!” and run off.
“OK” I say, and settle down to read my book, only stopping to swim in that sparkling clear sea once an hour with my wife – who is looking sexy as hell in her new bikini. 😉
Six hours later the girls scamper out of the sea, sun-kissed and tousle-haired, and say “We’re hungry!”
“Hello, beautiful children,” I say, and kiss their wet heads affectionately.
We go for some food, engage in witty dinner conversation with other adults, drink some wine and then sleep.
Repeat till end of holiday…