I was sick of the cold.
The way the ice cold air froze my fingers, not being able to go outside without every single part of me covered, blundering around in the wind. Without sounding totally dramatic, of course..
I’m not usually one to pack up my bags and go on a random holiday – my hatred of spending too much money and worrying about every last thing usually stops me – but when my friend asked if I wanted a little getaway, I had to say yes.
So a few weeks later there we were, in 20 degree heat at the very least, sitting on the beach drinking cocktails – and in my case, reading all three Hunger Games books.
One evening we found a pirate shop full of the best kind of treasure…massive sweeties.
Some people say that you shouldn’t run away from your problems. But you know what? Sometimes you need to. To get some sense back, to clear your mind, and because life is too short to just carry on doing the same thing every day.
Now I’m back feeling refreshed, with a very freckly face and, well, no tan. Because that’s near on impossible for me even with 26 degrees two days in a row!
And my body and soul? It finally feels warm again.