Work had been crazy busy and Harry decided we needed a chill-out break somewhere warm. He chose an island in the Mediterranean. This is the view from our balcony:
I took a bit of Blogland away with me:
Here, I'm lounging on the balcony, reading naughty Ronnie's Diary Volume 2
...and Sunny's Finding Love at the Trail's End, by the pool.
But there was no pool bar, Ella! No one to bring me something pretty to drink, with a pink umbrella in it. I made up for it with several of these during our stay, though - it's my new favourite cocktail, an Aperol Spritz invented by the Italians.
And who could resist this?
I chose strawberry cheesecake.
We did eat proper mains in between the goodies and I'm sure it's those that caused my weight gain because treats on holiday are calorie free aren't they? The reckoning with the scales came the day after we got back.
|Eek! I think it's broken.|
There was a quick spanking at the hotel at the beginning of the week and a few swats along the way, but it's difficult when other people are about. By the end of the week Harry had a very itchy palm and was uttering dark comments along the lines of "Wait till I get you home," accompanied by the spanking gesture with his hand. It was no surprise, then, that I also had a reckoning with this:
So Rosie's were red for a while but not as red as these pretty souvenirs of our trip.