Enough! I'm leaving!

The Great British Weather has driven me to the end of my tether. I need a holiday. I've spent the day trawling various travel agent websites and hotel review sites, trying to snap up a good deal. I'm not particularly fussy; as long as I have sun, sea, sand and halfway decent food, I'm happy. I didn't realize how decidedly UNfussy I was, however, until I started reading hotel reviews. I had no idea that a cracked tile in a shower cubicle is enough to completely ruin one's entire holiday. Seriously. The whole week, ruined. Because of a cracked tile. The holiday goers were so aghast and horrified at this cracked tile, that they felt compelled to take several photos of the offending tile and post them with the review. Other funny complaints were: ants in the entertainment room (with accompanying photos of said ants), only THREE chairs on the balcony (not sure how many is the standard amount of chairs there should be, but whatever), the tomatoes on the buffet were too wet (?), and the chips were too thin. I honestly, truly believe that some people enjoy complaining. I don't mean like having a good whine every now and again (because who doesn't?) I mean actually strive to find things to complain about. Who goes on holiday and takes photos of cracked tiles and measures the chips?! I ask you.

I'm so sick of rain and sleet and cold. It's spring, almost Easter, and we're getting sleet, for crying out loud! Some parts of the country are knee deep in snow. I like snow and cold, in winter when we're supposed to be getting it. I'd like a little sunshine now. So, I'm determined to book a family holiday, so at least we have that to look forward to if we have crappy weather in summer (which, knowing the UK, we probably will). The kids had an absolute ball on holiday last year, and Majorca was just perfect for them (so much to do, and the beaches were great) so we may go again this time.


I'm thinking of getting a new look. I like being a redhead and all, but I get bored so, so quickly. I'm tired of looking at it now. I'll most likely go back to blonde, as I look washed out with brown hair (I've never known someone to not suit their natural colour as much as me. Seriously, I look like I've been dug up). I'm also thinking of getting a fringe and/or some choppy hairy bits round the front. I can envision what I want, I just have trouble putting it into words. I'd best find a picture to take to the salon with me. If I go in and ask for choppy hairy bits on the front of my face, I'll come out looking like Cousin It.

That's all of todays ramblings, I think. Oh, Baby's learned to say 'What?'. When you call his name, he replies 'What?'. Too funny.

Until next time,

Crazy Mother x