Taking A Break

Does anyone mind if I take a break from waxing lyrical on life in London and talk about Greece for a minute? No? Good. Because I just got back from a week of doing absolutely nothing in a beautiful resort in Crete, and it was so much like heaven that i want to talk and talk and talk about it. The aim of the holiday as simple - get a tan.  Shallow i know, but there was a deeper meaning behind it. My sister is getting married in 3 weeks and it's fairly crucial that she is bronzed and beautiful for the big day...as the bridesmaid my tan is less important, but i feel it still warrants close attention. So months and months ago we hatched a plan to book a week's holiday preceding said nuptials, so that we would not have to rely on the British summer to get our skin to the colour it should be (And thank god we did - have you ever seen a more rainy June??). Because we booked so long ago it was cheap as, and all we did was wake up, lie by pool, eat yummy food, lie by pool, go to bed. Like I said, heaven.

Oh, and it sucks to be home.