Hey ladies! I'm back from Germany, with three pounds of flab and a new coat from the German TK Maxx to show for it. German TK Maxxes seem much more orderly than ours, not surprisingly.
I can heartily recommend a coach-based holiday. I didn't have to think about what to eat, where to buy it, where to go, how to get there, or do any tedious domestic duties. Just showed up at the appointed time, got on the coach, looked round various scenic towns, sang what I was told to, and ate delicious buffets. And drank lots, one night not getting to bed until 2am, after polishing off someone's duty-free Armagnac.
Slight fly in the ointment when two of my friends had a spectacular falling out, causing ructions for all. I'm not sure it's mendable.
But the best bit was that I was the youngest there! By a month. Well, our accompaniest is only 25, but he was paid to be there so it doesn't count.
I've thought of a new phenomenon - the MumCrush. The sort of nice young man you'd love your son to become. Our accompaniest fits the bill - extraodinarily talented pianist, modest, yet funny and very normal.