Sun Sea and the simple life

Ahhhh well ain't there just nothing like heat and a hangover to inspire one hellova blogging diarrhoea outburst is there?!?! Well that'll learn those who moan that it takes me 6 months to update this thing....that's right, THOSE!! The grand total of my loyal fan base seems to have peeked at three, check me out!!

So since we last spoke I was struggling with having to go stay with Emily near St Tropez for the week- luckily I had the Westside Pony to keep me company and keep me strong!! I had an amazing time. Just what the doctor ordered, very chilled out, very sunny and I don’t actually think I stopped eating- for the duration. I did discover a shocking fact though- in St Maxime it is possible to spend more than what you paid for your flight, lounging on a sun lounger at a beach bar for the afternoon....granted I did fly Bile air (Ryan for those of you who've had the sense to miss it) but still it wasn't fun when the bill came!!!



The first day, as usual was rather cold and wet, yes that’s right the first rain the area had had in months (I think in fact since I was last there) arrived just as I did, but it was the perfect opportunity for a lazy day of exploration and catching up. We had a day out on Emily's boyfriend’s boat, of which I have now declared my self captain, lunched at sea (daaling) while avoiding a vicious sea gull attack as well as my incessant heavy handed attempts to wreck the boat and sink us all!! Followed by two days solid loafing on the beach (all be it the second day was spent learning from our mistakes, huddled under towels in a sand pit NEXT to the bar....rather than luxuriously supping iced coffees on the sun loungers AT the bar). We went to a local market in the hills where I of course continued my wannabe Surrey Wife efforts and bought me some bling!! And spent a few nights having lavish dinners on the beach, the occasional midnight near skinny dip (is it more believable to say we though that was the only time the sea would be jellyfish free, or shall I stick with I was a slightly drunk Brit on holiday, its what we do right??!?!) went bowling and I actually knocked some down-with out the use of the barriers or ramp- yes it was a holiday of firsts!! I discovered that my French improves not only when my blood-alcohol ratio decreases but as my mood decreases then we finished the fun with a night at the fun fair!! All in all can't complain.

Then I arrived home to three solid weeks of being paid to go on holiday-with only the weekends off....which thus far have consisted of BBQ's on the beach with Hattie, the last official night at uni, Libby's birthday party and next week a hen party at a health spa- another rung up the surrey wife ladder there me thinks!!

Last week was spent in Pagham with one of the classes from the school I work at, and mostly consisted of lounging on the beach-but being paid for it!! And who says you need a degree to get a good job?! There were a few tricky moments and I should note that lounging on the beach in high wind when you've had about 3 hours sleep's actually not all that fun! But to be fair that was a one off and I was amazed that despite being England and despite being one of the most notorious classes the week passed relatively sun soaked and hitch free with no body escaping and on the whole all the children sleeping well....for them....not for me!!!

Next week I believe (ya ya I'm such a jet setter now daaling that it’s so easy to loose track!) I'm off to Devon with two of the guys from the adults home I work at, can't wait...however also currently cant pack as due to general levels of being awol this weekend all my washing is fairly wet and fairly smelly. Oooops.

An awesome night was had by all at Libby's-as always!

Much of the evening was taken up with some of the finest sex in the city impressions I have seen in a while, strutting down the street in shades, heels (except me who was crippled from the night before) and designeresque dresses- a good effort ladies!! Then still feeling a little fragile from the night before, and rather lost with out my heels (especially as all Libby and her friends are fairly model-ishious and A LOT taller than me anyway, and besides which who can dance in flats?!?) I collared one of Libby's friends the new mature look Martin (as opposed to the Monkee of back in the day I was originally introduced to!) and proceeded to talk his ear off for most of the night, still I had fun.....er.......sorry Martin!!!

Just to cap off my slightly pickled liver feeling this morning I spent about an hour looking over photos of Mum the dog and I which she had taken using one of those free vouchers. I was slightly surprised that even in my squeamish state I actually quite liked some of them-virtually unheard of for me- however the bargain prices soon put me off. Call me tight but wannabe Surrey Wife or not I am not paying £1000 for one picture!!!

And here I am, survived another dodgy belly day lived to tell the tail off on "holiday" tomorrow.

No, no I really can’t complain!