(From our March 2016 trip)
(well yes I am writing this 18 months after the trip and I would appreciate it if you glorious bitches wouldn’t “slack travel blogger” shame me ok. Bite down on the judgement and enjoy the read lol)
SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST after the huge shenanigans of yesterday celebrating the best 20 years of husband’s life, it was a tough sell to get up, pack up and catch a train onto the next stop of the trip. What I wanted to say was:-
TODAY IS CANCELLED.
GO BACK TO BED.
(Or drink prosecco. Whatever)
But of course I didn’t say anything of the sort. I hauled my tired awesome self out of bed and got on with things. Get on train, watch husband ass-hatting like a king about getting the luggage on *again* – yadda yadda – except this train ride featured some unpleasant folk who clearly DID NOT understand the “please use your inside voices” announcements because we actually had booked seats in the “quiet carriage”.