joie de vivre

photo courtesy of Shan's Gallery

what I'll be doing in 9 days time!

Back before The Man's accident, Mrs Kittikorn and moi booked a girly getaway to Thailand. She has had some depressing and stressing stuff happen, and we thought this would be a good opportunity to get away.

Mrs Kittikorn is mum to Super G - The Small Boy's bestest, most favouritest friend in the whoooollllleeeee world. Mrs Kittikorn and I hope to marry them off to each other, so that there are nice inlaws on both sides *grin*.

It is almost the 3rd anniversary of Mrs Kittikorn and I meeting at Mothers Group, way back in that newborn befuddled haze of sheer terror and overwhelming sense of responsibility. Mrs Kittikorn is fairly quiet and reserved, whereas no one has ever accused me of that! Once I sensed a connection with her, I chipped away at her reserve and now we are firm friends. I really really enjoy her company, and couldn't think of a better holiday companion (The Man won't let me shop enough, boo hoo).

So we are heading, footloose and childfree, to Phuket to stay in 4.5star luxury for 10 nights, whilst The Small Boy and Super G stay with their fathers. The intinerary includes massages, shopping, massages, cocktails, swimming, massages, shopping, cocktails, massages. You get the picture?!

And My Mum is going to move in for the week to look after The Man and The Small Boy, before you accuse me of leaving my family in their time of need! The Man is thrilled, as he will not ever have to lift a finger with My Mum around, she has these silly oldfashioned ideas about how to treat a man/run a household, which are vastly different to mine *evil grin*.

Labels: pleasure, travel