HIDEOUS. I actually can’t bear the thought of a holiday where you have to keep up appearances, get made up for breakfast, have to be ‘in’ with the management (who are fakey fake nice to your face), drink expensive champagne from 11am, all matchy matchy in white. My idea of a holiday is rolling up for a buffet breakfast sporting huge sunglasses and a major hangover then starting on the cocktails at midday with only my genuine, loving and really fun husband by side. I would never want her I HAVE MONEY. LOOK AT ME AND MY MONEY life. Like I said, hideous