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Tina’s special holy water

One miraculous healing icon of the Virgin Mary. One miraculous hangover. Welcome to the idyllic Greek island of Tinos – where your prayers are heard and hangovers incurred.

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Lord Braxton, stop trying to get me into bed!

“I think I’m having contractions” I said to TSH, “and I’m not talking about a shortened version of the written and spoken forms of a word”.

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Day Spa Heaven

The menu of self indulgence also includes a multitude of massages and other delightful and relaxing gems. There are also fitness activities available but you can just ignore them.

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Chickens. Daffodils. But where’s my chocolate Easter egg?

For Sweden, Easter’s all about witches. I mean what’s Easter without the resurrection of a good old pagan tradition?

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More, I’d rather just have sex with my husband

At the end of the session I go in to see Dr Nie and she asks me, ‘Do you have red wine at home?’ Finally, a doctor whom asks the right questions!

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Again, I’d rather just have sex with my husband

Moxa is a slow burning something or rather that looks like a cigar and smells like pot. I wish it was pot, at least that would be fun.

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Spring Fling Awakens in Light

Just when you about to slit your wrists and you can’t take it anymore, darkness turns to light and all is right with the world again. Flowers bud, the birds find their melodies again and piles of scarves and hats can be forcibly pushed back into your IKEA wardrobe.

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I’d rather just have sex with my husband

I’d always thought when our baby would be conceived, that at least I would be in the room. My husband also, but only as an optional extra. I’d also always thought that the use of stirrups would come later at the delivery and not at the conception .

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The day I found out I was stupid.

You can’t roll over without getting a Spot the Dog book wedged into your back, a maraca in your face or a tiny finger up your nose.

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