Last Sunday was declared the hottest day of the year so far (not hard considering it’s only April). I’m sure I wasn’t the only Brit airing their milk bottle legs for the first time in about 6 months. I’m also pretty certain I wasn’t the only one staring at a rather scarlet reflection in the mirror later on that evening. Will we ever learn?
Summer is on its way.
Like me, I imagine you’re now wishing that you had taken better care of your skin over the winter months, whilst hastily researching every step-by-step guide to a bikini body (if you find one that still involves eating and drinking wine, then please let me know).
Unlike me, I imagine you booked your family summer break months ago and have been excitedly dreaming of cocktails by the beach or ‘meet and greets’ with Mickey, for a good while now.
The Holy Grail.
Herein lies the biggest problem: Too many people + Too much choice = No decision made.
One daughter wants sea, sun and selfie opportunities. The other one has two simple requests: plenty of sleep and zero demands being placed on her. Thankfully, the twelve year old has yet to discover his hormones, so as long as there is wifi and not much walking or sight-seeing, he will be happy.
As parents, all we really want is five minutes peace and a nice glass of wine (my husband might have one or two more items on his list!).
First Word Problem.
There, I said what you were thinking didn’t I? Yes I know it’s a nice problem to have and you can rest assured that we are fully aware that going on holiday is not a right but a privilege. However there still remains an empty diary…
Two things that have made this quest to find The Perfect Holiday a little easier:
- With every passing day we are successfully narrowing down our options as one hotel after another gets booked up.
- Knowing that we will spend a minimum of one week in Les Gets, France (we have an apartment there) ruled out at least four continents!
This last week has seen me frantically scouring what’s on offer in every corner of two countries (France and Italy) in the hope of finding something that will entertain two adults, two teenage girls and a twelve year old boy.
It might have taken up more head space than I care to admit this week and the ‘heated discussions’ that this quest seems to have caused beggar’s belief, BUT I think I might have finally struck gold (once I decided to veto certain contributions).
Lake Como in Italy. Have you been there? It looks like paradise….it had better be for the amount it’s setting us back!