Mary Berry is my homeboy
I hate coming back from holiday.
We had an overnight flight (the worst, ugh) and I had to sulk wait at the airport for like, nearly, two whole hours. It was a DISASTER. Or I was just grumpy about being pryed away from the sun loungers and having to leave gorgeous sunny Turkey. Boo š¦ Anyway, I ended up doing what any sensible person in such dire straits would have done. I sat on the floor of that departure lounge and watched the Great British Bake Off on Rob’s iPad. Oh Mary Berry,Ā that death stare of yours gets me every time.
– Did you make your own fondant?
-No, I didn’t…
On the plane I was thrown into anotherĀ nightmare situationĀ when I wanted to recline my chair (it was literally three in the morning. If there is a time when it’s acceptable to recline your chair,Ā this is it). However, being British, and therefore socially inhibited in ways you would never believe, I was instead torn between sitting up straight and being so uncomfortable I wanted to die, or reclining my chair and beingĀ racked with guilt.Ā Talk about first world problems.
Anyway! I thought I’d share some photos while I go and cry into my still-not-unpacked suitcase š
Above: Emily cut my hair and didn’t make me look like Skrillex (always a victory), Rob shows off his ‘model face’ ;), I get waaay relaxed, and boat selfies with the tiniest cutest little buddy (who was way better than me at swimming and diving and gleefully mocked me in Turkish as I flailed)
Above: Ortica Market, Chilling in Pomegranates, Emily’s many terrifying faces ;), getting through my second year reading list in style š
And now I have to go try not to do violence on any Starbucks customers. *crys softly*
I hope you have had a gorgeous weekend, Big Love,
PV x