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…

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…