On Friday night, I packed up the car, popped on my Mitten playlist and picked up some bottles of fizz & snacks and headed down to Herefordshire to spend the weekend in a beautiful and not so little, National Trust house, that I soon became afraid to sleep alone in...
Sophie brownie points for her Simon Cowell charade. Hands down, best ever!
Maria made full use of that!). I definitely spent each night with one of the girls, and enjoyed the late night chats to the birthday girl herself as we talked ourselves to sleep.
Gemma was the queen of Sunday morning, having prepared a perfect little breakfast of Bucks Fizz, sausages, bacon & toast and if there's Boursin in a sausage sandwich, I knew it would be a good day! We hung out in the kitchen and chatted like old friends do, before retiring to the living room with the fire where we spent the whole day doing nothing except watching movies, chatting and napping beside a very chilled Rosie.
And you know what, these weekends are certainly ones that I always treasure. And these girls who I get to spend it with, are the absolute best.
Internet friends who become real life friends.. I like that. I like that a lot.