Cosmo - Loveday is a groovy name. My friend's Gran was called that.
Ski - apparently in France they give you at least 10 sessions of tum-toning black magic and several with a giant 'internal muscle trainer', ie massive buzzy dildo. It's all 'pour la plaisir du homme' and shiz, but sounds funfunfun.
Plymouth was meh, but I bought loads of girly toiletries, dressed up reet fancy (she also laughs bemusedly at me for not wearing the same filthy, soiled crap clothes for a whole week running and using cosmetics), and ate my entire bodyweight in scrummy tapas. Don't need to be Freud to see what all that was a reaction to.
My Mum worked p-t with me (and I spent those days with my GPs and was spoilt rotten) and then SAHM when my bro was born, for nearly 10 yrs. It was ace when she was a SAHM, but equally, we weren't fucked up by her working and in fact, it was nice to see her being more independent and having her own life, etc. Luckily, as I am The ChristChild, as previously mentioned, whatever I choose re: my own future offspring 'will be the right choice'. Am I the only woman alive lucky enough to not have a Mum who tells her what she should do all the time? She has made me a mental in most other ways (she's a retired counsellor - say no more), mind, but she's pretty good on that front. Boast over. She looks like this, BTW:
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(this pic is a family in-joke )
I defo vote for the Gin Palce and Spa Resort - need it after this week
PS LOOOOOVE ChoccyWoccyDooDah - Skater, you are my hero re: your wedding cake