So, it's a fortnight till we fly out to the UK and I've been trying not to make the hubby too jealous about it.
Like when I think of all the cream buns and real bacon I'll be eating, I hardly ever comment on the fact.
Much.
Or when I think of the amazing hikes and walks and stops in cafes for cups of tea and cream buns, I keep my mouth shut and dream about it instead.
Really, I do.
Well, imagine my surprise when after one if his manly 2-hour bike rides, when he's sitting there all sweaty an…
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Posted on June 4, 2009 at 4:32am —