I was happy in a haze of a drunken hour....

In 1997, my mate K (who eats a lot, mostly on Friday nights with me), went on her first holiday abroad with her mate.  

They went to Gran Canaria.  

We didn't have mobiles phones so for two weeks, she had gone.  Nothing.  She was 17. 

When she came back, it was awful. 

Her mum and dad had gone on holiday, and she was home alone with her little brother. 

She had decided that her life now lay in the Canaries. 

She wrote her notice out and proceeded to make plans to go and live with Freddie, yeah, a Spaniard called Freddie.   Her biggest plan was to buy a suitcase full of Vidal Sassoon shampoo - "because they don't have it in Spain". 

It took all my adult talent of persuasion to make her reconsider.  Stop her from leaving again before her mum came back.   Thankfully I managed. 

Fast forward, 17 years. 

She's only gone and done it again. 

Life with K isn't boring.