Weekend Away.

Ridiculously swanky gaff. Not paying a penny for it, although it may cost me dear in the long run.

Any hoo....

Seaweed spa.

I  feel like the meat in a stew. No that is not true. I feel like a pillock.

I only wear the shower cap as protection. We all know what happened to Marat.

Extra: More tales from the bathroom. The rather lovely shower had a door with a hole in the glass as a handle. The hole was the right size and exactly the right height to pop your willy through. Not that I would do such a thing.

*Ahem*