Last week, I was supposed to be going to Portugal to visit my dad. He lives over there and with his busy, jet-setting work schedule, we don’t get to see him so often. Because Taylor was finishing University, and I had some spare holiday days to use up, I suggested that we came over to spend a few days. It was going to be our birthday treat – a few days in Portugal with our dad.
It was all booked and we were getting our bikinis packed when we got an email to say that the holiday might have to be cancelled. Then a few days later it was.
We were understandably a bit disappointed – especially as it was cancelled just over a week before we went, just close enough for us to be starting to getting properly excited.
I think I knew it wasn’t going to go ahead…
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