We all had so '˜mucha' fun - but big sis was cursing me
Well, I'm back from my holiday and what can I say?
We had the most amazing time and, my God, Bulgaria is amazing.
It had everything you could possibly want from a holiday – stunning sandy beach, 30-degree heat, an amazing and very long ‘strip’ full of bars and shops and market stands.
It also had a really cool vibe and very much felt like a combination of Ibiza and Thailand.
All right, I know that’s a bit of a weird comparison. But honestly, it was brilliant and I would highly recommend it.
There were nine of us in total and we all went for my sister Jo’s 40th birthday.
On the way out there I thought it would be a good idea to ask the captain if he would do a little announcement for her.
So just before we landed, the captain of the Thomson Dreamliner wished her happy birthday and the whole plane cheered.
Despite there being seven other girls in our party, she looked straight at me and said: ‘Is that your doing? Am I that transparent?
So I thought I’d make sure my big sister didn’t think I was always so predictable by pretending to her that the word ‘mucha’ meant thank you in Bulgarian.
We were at a restaurant one evening when I encouraged her to say it to our lovely waiter. After much egging on she did – and was a little surprised by his response, which was somewhere between confused and slightly shocked.
She kept repeating it and was bemused by the fact he didn’t understand.
So she looked over at me and saw that I was laughing my head off, went bright red and then spent the rest of the evening cursing me.
Perhaps I’m not so obvious after all, eh sis?
It really was a fantastic holiday though. We spent it laughing, crying (with laughter), sunning ourselves and eating and drinking way too much.
But above all, it was fantastic to spend some quality time with my best friends – my mum and my sisters.
It really was a trip to remember and I hope Jo feels the same way – happy birthday big sis!
I JUST DON’T KNOW WHETHER I’M COMING OR GOING AT MOMENT
This whole EU business has left me feeling totally like a fish out of water.
I was on holiday, sunning myself on the beach, when news came in that we were coming out of the EU.
Ten minutes later and PM David Cameron had resigned – and 10 minutes after that the pound fell to its lowest since 1985.
I honestly don’t know whether I’m coming or going at the moment.
Experts are advising people not to fix mortgages, saying that interest rates will drop and your house price might fall. It’s all very unsettling.
I’m not going to say how I voted.
It doesn’t matter now because the decision has been made. Let’s hope we can rise above all this and come out on top – that’s my only hope.
SO WHY CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG WITH EACH OTHER?
I am absolutely gutted by what happened in Turkey this week.
What on earth is going on in the world at the moment?
It seems like every week there’s an attack on innocent people.
I was so saddened to hear, just a day after arriving back from holiday, about the atrocities that took place when gunmen stormed busy Istanbul airport and someone with a suicide vest blew themself up.
It’s all so unbelievably sad and it makes me sick to my stomach to think about what it must have been like to have been there.
It feels like such an unsettling time at the moment and my thoughts and prayers go out to all those affected.
A simple question: Why can’t we all just get along with each other?