A Getaway, Go away Giveaway.

(weddinglistco.com.au)

I was going to title this post "a Vanuatu giveaway"

but I thought that it might be claimed by some

(probably those trawling cyberspace for freebies and competitions)

 that it was misleading

and that I might get hauled into the small bloggy claims tribunal or something.

So I didn't.

I am going away for a glorious, parent-only 10 days

to a far off land with beaches and lagoons and cocktails and reefs and volcanos and mopeds

and sleep ins and plenty more I am sure.

You might not miss me while I am gone

but you might be a teensy weensy bit jealous.

I'd love to take you all with me
on my personal jet
but that lovely elderly British widow
(whose now deceased hubby had squillions of pounds
and she now want to pass them onto me)
still hasn't sent a cheque
so I just can't swing it this week.

So second best thing would be to have a giveaway.

If you'd like to win any of the pretties,

just say which one(s) in the comments.

(Namaste light pink buddy case.

Brand new factory second- pale line visible across top.

Magnetised for needles and accessories etc.

Have one of these. Love it)

(Maybe this bag from Lark with a couple of custom key fobs thrown in...)


(Perhaps you'd like to sit down and  have a cuppa while browsing the Stitch magazine that
I managed to double up on.)


(Just say if you love op shop sheets)


(OK So, as tempted as I was to add these two to the giveaway
after they did a runner with my chocolate stash for my plane flight,
I know the joy that they bring me each night when they curl up at my feet
at the bottom of my bed.
Besides, someone would dob me in,
the kids would never forgive me
and I would lose half my blogging material in the process.
So I guess I am keeping the moggies)

...and perhaps tell me a holiday story...

(like... I had a wee in the gardens of Versailles when I was caught short in a visit
and I almost fell off a cliff when I needed a bed-time wee
at a car parking camp at a mountain monastery in Spain)

or a travel fact...

(like...sugared raw eggs yolks in Spain are as vile

as churros con chocolate is divine.

Fact. Totally.)

or

your favourite cocktail or warm weather drink...

(Mmmmmm; gin, lemon and lime;
Mmmmmm, mojitos;

Mmmmmm, any creamy cocktail with Baileys or Kahlua or both)

When I get back, I will find a way to chose the winners.

Something a bit quicker than falling lemons this time, I promise.