It wasn’t an intruder - it was Matt going to the bathroom

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I’ve done a lot of travelling in my time – a heck of a lot.

In fact it’s one of the things I’m most proud of. But in all the times I’ve been away with Matt on holiday, we’ve never been the kind of couple that like to mingle.

I crept under the covers like a coward and let them deal with what was a very embarrassing incident for all concerned

I know that sounds quite rude and perhaps out of character. After all I’m a chatty lass.

I don’t know what it is about meeting folk on holiday, but I’m just not into it.

However, on our honeymoon – of all places to meet others – we became really friendly with this couple that were also on their honeymoon.

In fact we became so friendly with them, we actually all spent our last evening in Mauritius together and, like you do, we became friends on Facebook, swapped numbers and have stayed in contact.

Well last weekend Matt and I trekked up to Wales to visit them. I think this means we can now officially call ourselves ‘sociable’.

Thanks to Friday traffic it took six-and-a-half hours to get there (only four-and-a-half on the way back) and although we arrived looking rather worse for wear, they greeted us like perfect hosts – i.e with booze.

We had a great weekend together and it genuinely felt like we’d known each other for years, which was lovely.

We had a nice cooked meal on the Friday night, a cooked breakfast in the conservatory the following morning, a trip to Chester to see the Christmas markets and then a night of drink and chat – it was lovely.

There was only one minor hiccup. In the early hours of Saturday morning Matt got up to go to the loo, when all of a sudden I heard our friend shout to her husband that there was someone in the house.

They came out of their room and sounded panicky that there was an intruder.

But then I heard this nervous voice coming from the bathroom.

‘It’s me…I’m not an intruder’ said Matt.

I crept under the covers like a coward and let them deal with what was a very embarrassing incident for all concerned.

Me? Well, I was asleep wasn’t I? I don’t remember a thing.