Now... all of my friends and family members know full well that I never, ever consider holidaying in the UK. It's entirely a personal preference, but I'd much rather spend my time, money and effort on flying somewhere fabulous with long beaches, guaranteed sunshine and plenty of palm trees, instead of wasting an entire day held hostage on a bus at the back end of some horrendous traffic jam, only to face cold, wet weather at the other end.
However... my old school chum has very kindly invited me to stay with her family over 200 miles away, and as this get-together is seriously overdue (by several decades!) I've decided to bite the bullet, pack a cagoule, get on a coach and head for the hills in order to spend a few fabulous days re-living my mis-spent youth.
We've both been trying to schedule some quality girlie time together for the past few years, but work commitments, ill health and life in general has always got in the way. I'm now happy to announce I've just purchased my return coach tickets and we WILL be having that long awaited reunion.
Sometimes you simply HAVE to make things happen - iechyd da...!