This is my life:
I have a father and no mother ...
A brother and no sisters ...
A husband and no wife ...
Sons and no daughters ...
I sometimes feel like a lonely female island lost in a progesterone sea.
So just imagine what this weekend has meant to me.
It was my dear friend C's birthday and for her present her daughter gave her something she could share with her female friends. (This is typical of them both, by the way.)
So it was that 5 beautiful, funny and bright women (6 if you include me) met in Brighton on Friday evening.
After a scrumptious meal, we went to see Grumpy Old Women, and for once I didn't feel in the slightest bit grumpy.
Then it was back to F & L's gorgeous house in Worthing where we stayed up to 3am, talking, eating, drinking, smoking and laughing like demented banshees.
Not much later, we shared a leisurely breakfast before wandering down to the beach to gaze at distant horizons.
I arrived home 24 hours after I'd left - relaxed, refreshed, replenished, repaired - and bloody knackered.
The warm cosy feeling lasted all of ... oooh, I'd say at least 5 mins.
If you're a woman in need of some serious pampering, F & L run a women only B&B, which I can't recommend highly enough.
(They also have a houseful of books!)