To The Air-Tight Container!

As I'm sure you all know, I spent the last week in Devon, with a whole gaggle of mes amies.

Holy moly.

Without blogging everything in tiny weeny disgusting detail, I will outline it in bullet points - the lazy way.

• Spending extortionate amounts in Tesco on food we didn't eat.
• Reading Harry Potter in silence.
• Drinking tea, and eating biscuits from the Air-Tight Container (so named by Hannah - the Queen of Tidy).
• Sitting on the beach at 3 a.m., discussing girlish things.
• Shopping in Exeter.
• Running for the train.
• Sitting on the beach at 2 a.m., staring at a pile of twigs and paper that is pretending to be a bonfire.
• Actually managing to buy alcohol without I.D. (my God, we are, like, SO rebellious).
  
• Malibu shots.
• WKD shots.
• Coke shots.
• Milk shots.
• Water shots.
• Failing to get into any local clubs (who were we trying to kid anyway?).
• Playing many variations on 'I Have Never..." (very enlightening, let me tell you).
• Trying to sunbathe in freezing conditions in the middle of a sandstorm.
• Body piercing.
• Discussing how Darth Vader pees.
• Disturbing the neighbours by staying up till 8:30 a.m.

You get the picture.

Thanks, Aaaaaaamber, for the use of your house. You are a good man.