Port Grimaud in the French Riviera

Plan de la Tour, France


Good things come to those who wait. Good things also come to those who wait four days longer than expected because their Easyjet flight got cancelled and they had to return back to work with their tail between their legs for three whole days before finally flying out to Nice on the second attempt. Yep, true story. Anyway - I am finally here in Plan de la Tour, France and I don't ever ever ever want to leave.

Pinch me moments in Paris

 

You know those moments in life that are so freaking babein’ that you have to pinch yourself? But not too hard because you sure as hell don’t wanna wake up from such a heavenly stupor? Well I suppose that if you're a super positive Pamela they can happen a lot but if you’re a run of the mill Ronda like me and practically every other human bean on earth, bar maybe Ghandi (who, by the way, must have been EXHAUSTED from all that loving and general goodliness because I can barely even muster a genuine smile before 9am) then they don’t come round all that often….but when a pinch me moment does rock up at your door it’s like Christmas and chocolate and Channing rolled into one.

London love bug strikes again (+MeeBox)


I feel as though if good ol' Leo da Vinci was still alive and kicking in 2k16 he'd stop painting Mona with her silly, smug face and start painting the architectural delights of London instead. Yeah baby I've been to London again and hell yes I'm tough enough I've fallen victim to the LondonLoveBug once more. That shit is more contagious than bubonic bloody plague. London is the tits. The titty tit tits. See previous over enthusiastic London post here. 






The other thing that has caused me Great Happiness this week is the MeeBox. As a woman who religiously paints her nails Every Single Sunday like I'm in some lacquer loving polish worshiping cult - I'm sorry but I just cannot comply, accept or forgive you for chipped nail varnish -  the Meebox is everything the nail gods could ask for.

For starters, the ZOYA nail polish included in this month's box is so good/quick drying/of a perfect consistency that within 10 minutes of rolling it out for it's first painting extravaganza I had ordered sixty two quids worth of the stuff in various colours (it's pay day, cut the slack, mate). But in short, for twenty quid per month you get three nail polishes as well as nail treatments/tools (worth around £35) and, as the website itself states and I wholly concur, "monthly euphoria".



Thanks so much to Bhavna at MeeBox for hooking me up with these exciting new garms - you really...nailed it (sorry not sorry). 

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Ps. I really hope that at least some of you got my Ed Milliband reference at the start. God love him. #Millifandom