We thought we'd hit it off with a family while abroad – until we got home
telegraph.co.uk– DumpedIt’s funny isn’t it, how we never really grow out of the idea of a holiday romance? There’s something so intense about those beach bonds; the deep connection over a Caribbean cocktail or in your case a carafe of Vin de Savoie.
Holidays are the perfect environment for accelerated intimacy, fertile ground for romance, bromance, fromance and every kind of starry-eyed interaction.
We can see you, Dumped, liberated from the grind, flush with exercise, replete with fondue, sitting at a table backdropped by stunning mountain views, safe in the knowledge that your joyfully occupied children are miles from screens, and you are in the peak of perfection.
Of course, you wish you could bottle it and transport it back to England, where you can decant it at will. When you are busy being blessed by a proper break, it’s easy to over-promise and forget about the etch-a-sketch nature of the return to real lifeBecause THE RETURN.
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