“Weirdly coincidentally I just came back from lunch with a friend who has been on her honeymoon in Italy and had found herself sitting at the next table to Daniel Craig in a restaurant -and it was the males she was with who got all celebrity struck. She did say he was even more attractive in the flesh. Is that possible?”
I mean, really. Really? Proof yet again that I am never in the right place at the right time.
But how wonderful does her girlfriend’s honeymoon sound? Newly married? Italy? Going to places frequented by the Rich and Famous (and Totally Hot)? That is excellent.
Here’s where I went on my honeymoon: Pukekohe. From Papakura. Rather surprisingly, there was a stunning lack of rich or famous or totally hot (uh… which we won’t mention to the Husband lest he get, you know, a complex). Anyway, Honeymoon. Pukekohe. Seriously.
This is hilariously funny. Everyone from New Zealand is sniggering right now. Heavily. It’s like saying you went on honeymoon from Chicago to Skokie or Minneapolis to Burnsville or, I don’t know, Jersey City to Newark…. if any of those towns in question had about 10,000 people in them. And a significantly large selection of tractors for sale. Also, you know, more than three stores selling sheep food.
OK, fine. Sheep don’t actually eat food you buy at a store. Whatever. You get the point.
It’s a good thing I’m so low-maintenance.