Good morning
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. Just got back yesterday from 5 magical days away, where Mr Zeb and I spent quality time in a beautiful European city, doing things that loved up people in a loving relationship do - holding hands, gazing into each others eyes across a tapas bar, rude parts action and so on. We saw a Sephora but didn't go in. We saw a Primark and managed to walk past. Lays crisps continued to LAY on the shelf. No Fanta was harmed in the making of the non-existent constant video'ing of every little thing we did. We didn't sell our kids dignity or safety online. We talked to locals and other tourists. I wore a dress that nobody ran down the street to compliment me in (allegedly). We wore shoes that didn't look like something out of a nursing home. I didn't tell you where we were, cos I knew you'd all jump on a plane and follow me...not! I didn't do a room tour, cos let's face it, you've all see a wardrobe, minibar, coat hangers etc. There were a few tourist tat shops, but we didn't go searching for phallic objects with the city name emblazoned on them. We left our hotel and jumped on buses and the metro and explored. I did 70k steps. It was magical.
Please don't be mad at me cos I didn't "take you with us", or do the jumping over the camera bollockery at the airport. Lovesssssss ya!