We recently had 5 days, just the 3 of us, at Center Parcs. I absolutely loved it and felt so happy and relaxed that I was prompted to write this ridiculous ode one evening:
I wish we could stay at Center Parcs forever. We’d have leisurely strolls through the woodland, push TM on the swings, swim twice a day and share our patio with ducks, rabbits and squirrels. We’d read books while the baby crawls around the (fairly baby friendly) chalet, sipping prosecco and watching the sun set over the trees. We’d take the boy to the play centre to mess around with soft play and ride on toys (not very often, that shit costs extra).
I have never been a ‘hobbies’ person. When people ask what my hobbies and interests are I either make something up or confess; reading, drinking, going to the pub, playing board games. Not exactly a list of exciting or unusual pasttimes, and certainly no skills or sports! Even when I was little I would start a club and after a few weeks decide that I didn’t want to go any more. Continue reading