I'm 39. My only DD is at uni having a fab time. Now is the time I'd planned to go on lovely holidays - unfortunately I didn't plan to be alone, but hey ho, here I am, spinster of the parish
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I'm just coming to the end of a week off work, where I've achieved precisely nothing, apart from much box set watching. So I've decided that unless I want to waste the rest of my annual leave, I need to get my head around the idea of going on holiday, alone.
Convince me this is a good idea, and I won't spend the entire time sat sobbing alone in my room!