When I saw this little number in the H&M sale I knew it wanted to come on holiday with me and find other palm trees to pose next to (or maybe that was me…).
After a 6 hour flight, an inordinate amount of time spent in the passport control queue and a taxi which broke down in the carpark, we finally made it home around 5am. But today saw the return of my little hairy bear and good was fully restored. I feel I may possibly also be the first person ever to catch a serious cold in the 40 degree heat of the desert and no, before you say it was on the plane, it was not; it started in Eygpt – I’m just super lucky like that. Unfortunately the plane air-con almost certainly circulated my germs around the entire cabin and soon most of Glasgow will be enjoying various strains of my tropical flu… Fortunately for you I still have plenty of holiday photos to bore you with while I recover.