plans to go camping & take up kite surfing turned into a girls’ weekend in a luxury apartment in cornwall with (ordinary) surfing on the side. i’m a wuss, have never been surfing before & can’t even fly a kite in my backyard. do you reckon those girls knew my hopes for kite surfing are basically non-existent…?
those lurvely girls organised it all so i could literally just collapse into a fluffy comfortable bed having caught the last train from heathrow (just, despite industrial action. hurrah!). walked in to find my bedroom signposted and dry white in the fridge. woke up to a gorgeous walk along the beach, only to find freshly squeezed orange juice & croissants out & ready upon our return
i don’t think so!!!