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3 sleeps to go - pass the sick bag Alice

 

Doncha just lurve those who only ever appear once a year on Facebook, hashtagging everyone to announce "3 sleeps to go" (what a stupid statement!).

This is followed three days later by a "๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ฉ๐ฎ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐‚๐ฎ๐›๐š ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐Š๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ. ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐š๐š๐›-๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ-๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž - ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐Œ๐œ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐'๐ฌ ๐š๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง, ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข-๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐“๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ž ๐๐ฎ๐ง. ๐Ž๐ก ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐‹๐Ž๐•๐„ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐๐ฌ."
 
This then marks the start of a fortnight's flood of dullard pictures of food, views of 6-star hotels they plainly do not inhabit themselves, more food, a picture of a waiter making a total fool of himself with a cocktail shaker (a local elderly lady with Parkinson's) for the wonderful hordes of Watney's Red Barrell tourists in their Hawaiian t-shirts, long Union Jack shorts, stupid ear, eyelid and nose rivets with garish tah-ooze (and that's just the women). Plus, plenty of blurred scenics through the dusty window of the equivalent of a National Express bus, and finally, some more food pictures. 
 
Then a sign-off of regret two weeks later that their holiday has finished (much to the relief of the resort staff), and then absolutely nothing until their next vacation.

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