Apologies first. My lack of blogging has been appalling and as I am not really one for excuses you will have to settle for "I'm sorry."
Secondly after a very spontaneous trip to Gloucester last weekend it would appear that the Uni girls and myself are suffering from our first real batch of separation anxiety. As a result when the word "Morocco" followed by the words "One week all inclusive" was uttered you can imagine the excitement.
We know from past experiences that we can all live together so that won't be an issue, and we all get along like family so that won't be a problem either. The only exception to this theory is when I'm having a huffy moment or Becky is having to battle her Mac and Blazin' Squad- both instances cause great amusement and there would be much rejoicing.
Anyway, this is my breakdown of events when we land in Morocco: Claire spooning the toilet within 20 minutes of arriving at the hotel, after accepting a few too many welcome drinks. Amy on the balcony gazing out over Morocco and most likely humming and trying to be very very mature. Becky jumping on the bed and laughing to herself. And myself hyperventilating until I find my phone charger.
In reality we will probably lose our suitcases and Claire, get food poisoning on the first night and then get sold off for marriage. Note how I didn't write: "and then WE get sold off for marriage." Yup you've guessed it the victimisation is back!
The Sex and the City girls may have done it with camels, but we will be taking Morocco by force. (Unless we find a better deal for Butlins at Bogner first!)
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