I’m one of the girls. There I said it. After yesterday’s Mexican night I was not only stuffed with Jacinta’s awesome burritos and a lot of tequila but also, with being in the company of women for so long, quite a lot of oestrogen. But I even failed today.
My day was meant to be masculine, car shopping, gym, bike mechanics, beer and probably arm wrestling. I got as far as car shopping. Not buying because I realised I can’t stand obsequious car salesmen or sailor men at the sailor-ship as someone would have it. But maybe I’ve made a choice, or maybe not. I’m back on Monday to really make a choice.
Tomorrow it’s going to be hiking with a hungover Sophie!