Jollies. What do they mean to me? I’m linking up to FBFF today.
Holiday’s to me are about breaking the mould, getting away from it all, throwing caution to the wind and making a break for freedom. Blowing a big raspberry to convention and doing exactly what I want (or ‘we’ want I suppose).
Some of you may have gathered that I struggle with anxiety about pretty much everything, which doesn’t really disappear on holiday so everything is not always as rosy as it should be. I ‘fret’ (probably the most accurate word for it) about everything from getting lost, breaking stuff at the place we stay at, not knowing the roads, what to wear, cows, where to go and what to do… oh the saga goes on. So boring, but I never switch off.
These photos were from June/July 2010 in Wales, would you believe, it was amazing. Excuse my red faced and slightly burnt look. The lack of make up is more than made up for by the pretty much flat stomach and sun bleached hair.
It’s always supposed to be hot on holiday, you’re always supposed to smile. You’re supposed to come back tanned, glowing and relaxed with an album full of photos to bore friends and family with.
Unfortunately it doesn’t always turn out that way.
Tell me I’m not the only one?