**Attempting to resume something resembling a normal blogging service. Here goes.**
Last year we were lucky enough to get a bit of a financial windfall. After having some work done on the house (windows and doors painted, gutters replaced, bricks repointing - so our house no longer looks like the Clampets live here) we offer the kids a choice of holiday destination. They could have a 4 day visit to Disneyland Paris, or a week somewhere warm.
After persual of this video:
The First Choice Holiday Village at the Costa Del Sol won the unanimous vote.
Having never taken the kids abroad before and having been 13 years since either of us set foot outside the UK a full round of new passports was in order (eek at the price of that lot!).
Fast forward an unbelieveably quick 9 months later and we were getting up at 3.30am for a 6.10am flight out to Malaga.
I was a little worried how the kids would do with the flight (both of them having glue ears issues but Ewan being particularly prone to ear problems) but they coped with if fine (easily distracted by downloaded movies on the Android tablet :)).
We had the truly most amazing week over there. Ordinarily our holidays are Haven caravans in the UK which any of you fellow Mums will know is no really holiday (when there's still cooking to be done, and a caravan to keep looking respectable so as not to be mortified when the cleaner come in at the end of the week!).
The Holiday Village really was a holiday though. All inclusive for food and drink, beautiful warm spring weather (between 22 and 27 degrees), clear skies for the most part, kids club to entertain the kids (we barely saw the two of them all week long), mail service who changed the towels and made the beds everyday), comfy sun loungers by the pools.
Even with my pasty milk bottle white start I've still managed to come back with something resembling a tan.
We're already plotting how we can manage to afford to go away again next year. Definitely bitten by the sunshine holiday bug!
Here's some memories of our lovely trip:
Doesn't take along to get back to reality though does it. Ah well. We'll just have to make do with nice memories to get us through the awful British summer!
Wife to Kendo, Mum to Grace (Moo) and Ewan (The Eggman), Scrapbooker, patchwork quilter, knitter and all round daft Northern bird. Addicted to this blogging melarky, but hey, if I have to suffer the crap that goes on in my head why shouldn't I drag the rest of the world down with me?