LIFE | Goodbye 2018…

You know how I like to end my year with a goodbye / round-up post … Tracey’s Oscar speech of sorts. Well here is this years offering …

[you can read last years post // HERE]

It’s slightly earlier than usual because there’s a rumour we may be going away. I say maybe because it’s the 20th December and nothing has been booked as yet ! Even by Michael’s standards that’s leaving it late.

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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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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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Day 3 – Valencia

So despite getting in at daft o clock, spending far too long giggling and not sleeping regarding the lift sagar, I was up too early again the next morning. I think I was running on fresh air and excitement! I actually blame the bloody church bells. They started at 7am and rang every half an hour until about 10. At 9 I think the bell ringers decided to have a laugh at our expense; I swear they rang the dam things non-stop for a full half an hour.

Not for the first time this weekend we thought the King had died. He hadn’t. How the rest of the ‘house’ slept through them I’ll never know.

I decided I’d make breakfast. Hey don’t get giddy; by make I mean fetch.

I like pastry first thing in the morning. Well basically I just like cakes and pastry at any time of the day. When people started to emerge I ran down the full 5 flights of stairs (I wasn’t getting in that lift) and raided the coffee house which was ideally situated bang opposite our apartments.

After buying all the Croissants, Pan au Chocolate’s and other fancies available, we were sorted. I ran back up to the apartment ,almost collapsing at the top (note to self – get fit) lit some candles – what can I say I was feeling romantic!

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Washed down with a strong coffee.

Jobs a good un… Or rather oh la la !

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Viva La Valencia Photo Diary Day 1 – A Sheffield Girls Guide

Last week I spent a greatly anticipated long weekend in Valencia. 

I joined 8 of my best friends –  who all travelled from Sheffield to met up with Leigh and Nicola, who are also from England but now reside in Spain.

I’ve been to Valencia once before, its a bloody fabulous place. It’s the third largest city in Spain after Madrid and Barcelona and it’s situated on the banks of the Turia. It’s also the place were the traditonal dish paella was concocted. You may thank me when that comes up in the local pub quiz!

Old meets new with beautiful architecture on every corner. It has a romantic feel to it. Little alleyways leading to hidden squares and more churches than you could throw your stick at.

It’s where I would choose to live if fate hadn’t plonked me in my beloved Sheffield. Valencia or St Tropez, I’m not fussy.

It’s the only holiday I was getting this year, so I intended to make the most of it. After-all 3 days is better than nothing.

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Mexican Memories – a photo diary

Ok…so I’ve been back from Mexico for 2 weeks now but what with jet lag (it lasts longer as you get older) and major renovations at home, I haven’t had to time to scratch my butt, let alone sit down and post a blog.

I have posted about Cancun before (this time last year on our old blog, Indulge In) and I will probably post about it again and again.  It’s my most favourite place….ever. I have now visited 7 times. I love the place, the culture, the people and of course the weather.

I must apologise now for including so many photos in this post, I am being very self indulgent but there were so many photos it was hard to choose wich ones to use.

So here are just a few memories (that are becoming more distant by the day). You’ll have to forgive the lack of any cultural shots – I didn’t visit anywhere. I stayed in the hotel (apart from a couple of obligatory shopping trips) for the whole 2 weeks.  Yes I was a very lazy beach bum for a whole fortnight and do I feel guilty….erm, let me think. NO!!! I managed a few strolls down the beautiful beach and I absolutely managed to party every night. I ate too much and drank even more. All in all, I had the perfect holiday. Continue reading

Sex in the City.. Not quite !

In another life I’m a Carrie from Sex in The City running around London in my designer dresses complete with my killer heels preferably louboutins. I’d spend my days wining and dining at the fanciest restaurants, cocktail in one hand , fabulous hand bag in another, flirting with totally unsuitable guys. I would always have amazing hair AND never get spots. It would be nice wouldn’t it?

In reality I’m a spotty day-dreaming divorcee who lives in Sheffield and often has Stig of the Dump hair. Some days it doesn’t even see a brush! I’m more likely to be seen with a cup of coffee in one hand and a duster in the other, sorting out blocked drains or clearing up kitten poop. I live with D in a modest semi, with 2 part time kids and 2 full time kittens. We have just returned from a 2 day break in London – Not so much Carrie more ‘Terry Tourist’ with 2 kids in toe.

I love London. I first visited as a wide eyed 8 year old. It was a day trip with my mum , Grandma and her Spanish friend. I remember standing in Trafalgar Square feeding the pigeons and thinking WOW. As I got older it was weekend trips with the girls. Days spent shopping and wandering taking in the sights, followed by nights on the cocktails and clubbing. Inevitably the hangover from hell the next morning . London never ever looses its appeal. The history, the grandeur … I think you get the picture.

So here’s a sneak peak into our little break… all aboard – Whoop whoop here we come! 9.35 train to London. Tick.

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Moshi Monsters are all the rage apparently! I really don’t get it but they are taking over the house?

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First stop. Ben and he’s big!

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Strolling down the South Embankment in the sun…

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On Jubilee Bridge

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Having a beer along the Thames.

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Royal Horse Guards

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Trafalgar Square. If I wasn’t such a clumsy so so I would have tried to climb one of the Lions. Baring in mind I am , I thought better of it !

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The weather wasn’t kind to us and on more than one occasion we got absolutely drenched. Bloody English weather! Walking down the Mall towards Buckingham Palace, I looked like I had had a shower fully dressed! Yes I cursed a few times to say the least!!

We had no choice but to go back to the hotel, get changed into some dry clothes, have a few drinks in the Hotel Bar (its not all bad) and wait.  Luckily the rain only lasted a few hours and we were able to go back into central London.

In the tube station above, with our little crowns.

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The following morning started like this…

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We spent our final few hours mooching around Covent Garden. I Love it. D got overly excited because Sally Gunnell walked past us… that was about an hour later when he could actually remember who she was!

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And then it was time to say good-bye. Although we weren’t there for that long I think Georgy and Eddie enjoyed their first taste of London. They are already talking about when they go back so it can’t have been that bad! They both really wanted to go to the National History Museum , especially Eddie to see the full size T-Rex, but we couldn’t quite squeeze it in.

I as always loved it.

We collected our bags and made our way to the station. St Pancras is one beauty of a building both externally and internally.

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Oh and one last word. Santa if your reading…

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Can I Please, please, please have him!!

Tracey x

Albir seeing ya

Yet another holiday over already…why do they always go so fast?

This particular holiday was combined with a visit to my parents who just happen to live in a beautiful part of Spain on the Costa Blanca. As they live off the beaten track and mum is quite ill, we decided to stay in a hotel in the pretty little resort of Albir.

I’m sure you’ve all heard of Benidorm and all seen the uncannily realistic programme Benidorm, well although only 5 minutes drive away, Albir is so far removed from it’s next door neighbour it might as well be on the other side of the world.

Welcome to Albir….

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And the beautiful Hotel Albir Playa & Spa…Let me give you a tour

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No spa is complete without one of these little buddas…

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My stairway (OK its a lift) to heaven…

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When in Spain…drink the local stuff…

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Oh…go on then!!

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And nothing tickles the taste buds more than a very traditional erm…Indian

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The holiday outfits….

Monday

A colourful (for me) bodycon dress from New Look and nude wedges from TK Maxx

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Tuesday

Grey and black leopard print playsuit from Dorothy Perkins (sorry but its a couple of years old). Sparkly black flatties from Zara

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Wednesday

Grecian style olive (rather shitty green) dress from ASOS..although I got it on good ol’ Ebay

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Thursday

Black midi bodycon dress with scalloped neckline from ASOS and black and cream clutch from Bershka.

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Friday

Black strapless bodycon dress from New Look (in the sale too!!)

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hair – GHD!!!

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Saturday

Catseyes Sunnies – Prada

Red lippie – Lime Crime Velvetines

Hair – Au naturel and not straightened to hell

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Long black  maxi bodycon strapless tube dress – ASOS

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And at the end of a long hot sunny day, what better way to spend it than watching the Super Moon…

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Albir, I’ll be seeing ya again soon.

Liz xx