It may be Monday. I may be beating myself up emotionally for something that's no longer in my control. I may be feeling that familiar twinge (more like TWANG) of regret at having spoilt things a little by being drunk and disorderly. I may be feeling sad at the fact that the weekend's over and Boyfriend's flown back to work and I won't see him again for weeks at least.
But...
What a weekend.
Finding yourself in a beautifully decorated, luxury self-catering apartment in Franschhoek with a jacuzzi and a kitchen thoughtfully stocked with supplies by the incredible boyfriend who's already driven up that morning to make sure everything's perfect and switch the jacuzzi on to warm ... there's not much better.
Unless it's followed by a lovely French dinner, a jacuzzi under the stars, a salmon and scrambled egg breakfast, a wander around picturesque Franschhoek, wine tasting at four world-class cellars, a leisurely lunch of cheese, biscuits and more wine, another dip in the jacuzzi and a dinner reservation at the must-book-weeks-in-advance Reuben's ... well that's even better.
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