Friday, April 27th, 2007, 6:19 am
Waking up without an alarm to blue skies, sunshine, a breakfast you don't have to make yourself, a view of the sea and nothing but the sound of the waves. I might follow this with a leisurely stroll down the beach to a hammock where I'd lounge all day with a good book, disturbed by nothing but another cocktail being delivered by the waiter or the odd dip in the sea - ahhhhh a girl can dream!
Unfortunately, like most good things in life, you spend more time thinking about it than actually doing it and it's for good reason. Take sex for example, you definitely spend more time daydreaming about the act than actually getting down to it because it would get boring after a while. Eating is another case in point. If I ate every time I thought about food I'd be nudging 20 stone by now and even sleeping - I'd quite like to nod off at my desk right now, but I don't think I'd get much work done and a pay rise would definitely then be out of the question.
If we were all permanently on ‘vacation', holidays just wouldn't be special anymore. It's the little things that trigger the memories. The hideous bottle of Ouzo hiding behind the white wine reminds me of my first holiday with my now fiancé; the sea shells I keep buried in the pockets of my suitcase bring back memories of time spent with my girlfriends in Tarifa and ticket stubs to LA remind me of going to visit my little brother.
Oh the emotion! It's definitely time to start planning that summer getaway. If you're on the look out for an adventure check out the Chilli Hunter challenge from holiday company Black Tomato and you could be holidaying for free!
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Tuesday, April 17th, 2007, 5:36 am
Ok so the wedding is now about five months away and in keeping with my alpha female, Bridezilla personality I've had the photographer (Mark) booked for the last couple of months. Mark includes an engagement shoot (very Hello) in the wedding package so this weekend we decided to take him up on the offer.
In typical Hazell family style we were all sprawled out on the lawn sleeping off lunch or recuperating (food poisoning on Friday - not the best), when we heard his car pull up. I managed to struggle out of the deck chair, while Bill sniggered at the indentations from the cushion on one side of my face. Let the photoshoot commence!
We started off inside the house with a variety of poses as directed by Mark; Bill sitting on a comfy chair, me perched seductively on the arm; Bill leaning on the banisters me perched on a step; me lying on the sofa, Bill lovingly standing by my side. Mark however was not feeling the love. Bill looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights while I had a permanent richter like grin stuck to my face. It was deemed time to take the shoot to the church.
Lying by the graves propped up by Bill's knee I had a bit of tantrum when I realised one leg was in a clump of nettles (modelling is like SO tough), but like the trooper that I am I soldiered on. In Mark's desperation to get a half-decent photo he turned to grave robbery. I kid you not. He took some carnations from a bunch of flowers left on a grave and gave it to me as a pretend 'bouquet'. At this point I had a fit of the giggles and I think Mark my have got the photo he wanted, but maybe not the kind of one Bill and I did. What will he resort to on the wedding day?!
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