Another 27 minute monologue about the most banal details of her week. Nobody else can make International travel to glamorous destinations sound as dull and disgusting as she can. On some of my worst holidays I've broken up with partners, dropped phones in pools, spoken to police in GCSE French trying to find stolen belongings... having a sore tummy is so far from a disaster I can't even cope with her lol.
Summary for anyone who cba to watch...
Domperidone, noodles and Pringles, napping in the day, a little bit nauseous from sleep deprivation, oh shoot I haven't got a pump and the baby is crying on the floor of the plane, he slept relatively well, chilled day at the hotel, anxious episode, we shouldn't have come on holiday, the hotel room layout was different to what I expected, wrong type of glass, we didn't walk much in Monaco because the hills were too tiring, local pharmacy, nausea, kinesiology tape (?), baby in bed by 6pm, he didn't have a rash, I got 3 hours sleep, no I mean 4.5 with a nap, or 4.25 probably, cloudy weather, packing up the car, another pot noodle, dishwasher had run before the holiday, tummy feeling a tiny bit sore, had to lie down and cool off, Oryn crying on the floor again, lie down again, tit holiday, the worst time ever, we shouldn't have gone.