My Holiday

First holiday with my boyfriend and we went to Monmouth in Wales. It was lovely there and we could take Tilly too. We stayed in a little cottage on a farm and the views were wonderful, we visited so many places, such as Raglan Castle. But we like our activities, and so we went there because we could go caving and canoeing. Above all else, we had booked another hot air balloon flight with the same company my boyfriend had used before, but we went for an exclusive one this time, well we were on holiday, spending our hard earned cash.

The great thing was because we hired it exclusively; it was just the pilot and us. I left Tilly at the cottage, not that she wouldn't of loved it, but the last thing I wanted was for her to wonder what was on the other side of the basket. Honestly, there is nothing like it, if I could afford it I would get a hot air balloon and travel to work in it, that's how much I love it.

However, enough about balloon talk, I would recommend Monmouth, it's a lovely place to go, Tilly loved it.

Mothers Day

I thought I'd do something different for my mum this year, on previous Mother's days, I've always opted for safe choice of plants for the garden or flowers, but this year I wanted to do something different.

My sister and I hatched up a plan; it wasn't a grand plan, but a plan none the less. I must admit we were both suffering from a lack of money, seeing as I was saving up for my holiday in the summer and my sister's horse had had to have the vet visit, which cost her a small fortune. So, we arranged to cook mum a slap up meal and treat her to a visit to the local spa.

The plan seemed to be going well, apart from mum saying she was on a diet, which meant all our hard work in the kitchen seemed a bit of a wasted effort, although dad apparently wasn't on a diet and managed to eat my mothers share also.

However, the visit to the spa she loved, she had an aromatherapy face, neck and shoulder massage. I probably should have warned her about the oil going on her hair, but neither my sister nor me dared tell her she had walked out with hair looking like a sloth, although, her skin looked wonderful.