Monday, June 7, 2010

I come from a family of 'blur' queens

We're really supposed to be in Venice by now already, but cuzzie found out that she remembered our flight date wrong when we arrived at the airport (probably one of the worst things to happen when you're travelling...); so here we are now, spending a night in Bristol, in a superior double room with 2 queen-sized beds (bounce bounce!), and slightly less than 20 hours before it's time for our actual check-in.

Well done mummy lee girls! We win when it comes to things like that hurrrrr.

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