Celebrating real people #keepingitreal – meets Karen 

I’ve been friends with Karen, like forever…

We met at nursery school when we were both 3 years old and we’ve been best of friends ever since. 

That’s 42 fun-filled years!

Crikey.

On the French Exchange with school. [basically we lived with a French family for a week then they came over here and lived with us for a week ] I think we are about 14/15 years old  … and below on the same holiday but this time on the beach.

Karen is on the right of the picture. I’m the one on the left that you could mistake for Kevin bloody Keegan. Look at my hair … 

But look at those bikini bottoms, my love for leopard print started young.  Continue reading

The end … Marbella Diaries 

So as with most good things they come and go far too quickly for my liking.

I had been looking forward to my weekend in Marbella with the ladies for what seemed like forever and it was over in a flash … just like that !

So how did we spend our last day?

Having not really left the villa during the day to explore , we decided today was the day we would venture out to Orange Square in Marbella’s Old Town.

I had heard reports it was amazing and very beautiful.

Having only had a few hours sleep, hung over but feeling surprisingly chirpy , 6 of the 10 booked taxis for 11.00am.

We had strict instructions from Leigh ( who decided to have a lazy day around the pool) that we had to be back at 5.00pm.

We had no idea why but promised we would be.

Old Town Marbella was approximately a 20 minute taxi drive from the villa and cost €24 (about £20.00) which between a few of you doesn’t break the bank.

By golly was it worth it  … when we eventually found her.

Head upwards towards the mountains , not towards the sea like we did initially !

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Marbella Diary Day 1 – the villa and first night out.

Hola,

Somebody once said that “the best therapy is time spent laughing with great friends” I’ve just had 4 days ‘therapy’ and it’s done me the world of good.

By golly have we laughed…

and then some.

We’ve partied (a lot) and for want of a better word I’m back home and I’m bloody knackered. Rolling in at 6 in the morning was bad enough in my twenties,  at 45 it’s a killer but worth the tired, fuzzy head.

As my mum often says …”your a long time dead. Why sleep when you can dance?”

Why not indeed mum….

So what was the occasion?

We flew out to Spain  to join Leigh in celebrating her 50th . This was actually back in May (little details – long story)

We booked a plush villa in the hills above Marbella for the weekend so we could all be together.

Let me introduce you to our home for 4 luxurious days … Continue reading

Marbs … the final countdown!

So it’s almost here…

Yes Marbella which I’ve been whittering on about for the past few months is finally happening next week! 

Eekkk. *does a little happy dance*

As if you didn’t realise I’m blinking excited.

Below is the villa we’ve rented.

That sunbed is whispering “Tracey jump on “ The pool is whispering ” jump in

As there are 11 of us we tend to try and hire places rather than book lot’s of hotel rooms – it’s much more sociable.


I honestly don’t know what I’ll talk about when I get back home.

Perhaps I need to book another holiday ?

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In a past life I was …

A girl called Ingrid.

So as your reading  this you’ll no doubt think 1 of 2 things – I’m a raisin short of a fruitcake

or …

I’m a raisin short of a fruitcake!!

While I was excitedly relating the nights events to my mum earlier today I was even thinking to myself I sound like a bloody nutter.

I think you had to be there –  See it to believe it.

So what happened last night you ask ?

Well …  I was regressed to a past life through hypnotherapy.

I told mum I was getting regressed through masturbation by Julia ! Really no … that would be just wrong ! Does anybody else get a word stuck in their head and uses it in the totally wrong context!

I’ve always been fascinated with things you can’t quite explain. Things that don’t make sense. Things that make you question your own existence. The afterlife.

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Memories of Lanzarote. Part One

I made it. Hungover and tired but I’m here in the not so sunny Lanzarote. 

I’ve so far had to buy a jumper! Yes a woolly blinking poncho style jumper. It’s never been off my back , the wind is soooo chilly. Mr Sun is being awfully shy and has only popped out for a few hours; teased us and then disappeared again. 

I’m currently sporting shorts, the jumper and goosebumps on my lily white legs . Do you think it might catch on?? 

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