Lobster
I've committed myself, which probably means I should be committed.
Two days ago, my bestest friend invited me to her Hen Weekend, in Ibiza. I'm not one for sun, heat and humidity, in fact I sizzle burn very easily. I don't do brown, in any shade, I just go from very pale to doing a amazing impersonation of a lobster, without the claws. And I've only ever been as far south as Cornwall before now.
Course, it had to be Ibiza. She would never have suggested a couple of days running around the Welsh mountains or something equally physically active. She isn't that kind of girl. Sparkles, shopping and squealing is more her thing. I think I'm the chalk to her cheese, or am I the cheesey one?
She has tried to persuade me to go blond and spend sometime on a sunbed before her wedding, the other Big Event on my calendar this year. I've refused both. Why is everyone trying to get me to change my appearance before their nuptials? Am I that hideous? Don't answer that!
Back to the point of this post, (there's a point??):
The alternative idea for the hen-do was a spa midweek break. Not something that I could have done, even if I really wanted to - I'm a carer during the week.
I've been pressed for an answer today, and I've said yes. A sure sign of madness. 3 nights in Ibiza, near San Antonio Bay, at the beginning of July. I shall now buy up all stocks of factor 50 sun cream.
