Tenerife. Day 4. Boobies

Nice boobies, Icky boobies, Rude boobies, Old boobies, Fake boobies, WTF boobies & wibbly, wobbly man moobies; my Son has seen them all now. As someone who routinely checks the rudie rating on all films and games ( Yes, I said games, flamin Xbox) I have managed to maintain my own innocence in thinking that my…

Tenerife. Day 3. Karaoke Night

I’m so jealous of my Hubby.  He got to sing karaoke with the King. The audience loved it! We had decided that Saturday night was to be the late night party night.  The kids were all for it, my man & I were all geared up for it, by 5.30pm we had found the perfect…

Day 2. Tenerife. Sunburn

Lets talk sunburn. Oww Mutha F*#’!!##N OUCH! In order to save £160 on taking suitcases on our RyanAir flight to the Canary Islands, I bought us some funky, cabin -sized cases from GroupOn & we rammed a weeks worth of clothing & shoes, books and laptops into each,deciding to buy toiletries etc from the supermarket…

Tenerife. Part 1. Drowning

My Son and I have the same look on our faces when we are drowning, apparently. As Hubby and Daughter zoom past us with grace, speed and chlorine’less nostrils, my Son and I do a desperate doggie paddle to mid-way & then splutter, snort & choke on the ‘Show Off’s’ waves, trying to avoid being kicked…

The ‘Grown Up’s’ Holiday

My fabulous Fiancé surprised me by announcing that he had booked the two of us a week long holiday in Tenerife.  I had to muster as much enthusiasm as he expected to receive but I could tell he was miffed that I was seemingly such an ungrateful cow.  He couldn’t have been more wrong; grateful…