A Little Love Story.

If you were expecting this post to be about what a nightmare our holiday was (me too!) then you are going to be disappointed because guess what? It was amazing! The boys were in their element being outdoors and in the water all day, and happy children (and cheeky daytime cocktails) make for happy parents.

The aeroplane bits were another matter but I’ll save writing about that until I am slightly less traumatised.

For now I want to talk about something nice – you see under the Majorcan sun my biggest boy had his heart stolen, by a GIRL! She was a lovely, chatty Scottish girl with long blonde hair and they met one afternoon in the pool. He was immediately taken by the fact she was significantly older than him and could swim without armbands. Total catch right?


I worry that her parents might be concerned that my very lifelike portrayal of her may reveal her identity so let’s not name her specifically, from here on in I’ll refer to her as ‘Not Lucy’.

Now Not Lucy turned out to be 6 years old but she wasn’t put off by F being a paltry 4, like he would have been if it was the other way around. 50% more life experience is a big deal in kid world!

Anyway long story short, despite the age gap, they got on well and the next day he was eager to see her again. But something happened which I hadn’t really witnessed before – a level of shy had kicked in.

When we saw her come down for breakfast he wanted to ask her if she’d be at the pool later, but for once his usually confident little self was nowhere to be seen. It turned out he wanted ME to do the legwork.


It had been many years since I’d played that game so now I was feeling the pressure too…




I’d like to say he played it cool but he really didn’t. Over lunch he kept getting up and peeking at the pool to check if she was there yet.

Every. Two. Minutes.

Worry ye not though. She didn’t stand him up and for two blissful days they chatted happily/totally ignored each other until the sad time came when they were torn apart by cruelly different flight schedules. Her family left a couple of days before us and he cried real tears over her departure.


Yet no sooner had the clacking sound of their suitcase wheels left the hotel, he was on the rebound.


And as luck would have it later that day a four year old boy, who was into superheroes and shooting water pistols, arrived on the scene. It was declared that ‘Boys are actually better anyway!’ and happiness was restored once more.

So I’d like to apologise to you Not Lucy, for my son’s fickle nature. We’ve not mentioned you since and I’m sure he has probably forgotten your real name by now. But I won’t forget it, for you will always be the little girl who first stole my baby’s heart (albeit, very briefly).


The End.sunbed

p.s I’m not really sure why I drew myself reading a magazine on a sun-bed as that obviously never happened.



P.S. I have a new book OUT NOW! You can nab it on Amazon here or in your lovely local bookshop :)


7 thoughts on “A Little Love Story.

  1. Laura

    N’awwww young love! So sweet. Holiday friendships are the best. I remember vowing to become penpals with all of the little friends I made on holiday as a kid then promptly forgetting all about then as soon as we landed back home.

    Hope you had a brill holiday. We went to Palmanova in June and it was lovely :) x

  2. Carry On Katy

    Aw! Young love is a beaut!
    My boy’s first girlfriend was a gorgeous little Indian girl by the name of ‘Guh’.
    When I asked about her he could tell me her hair colour, eye colour, height and what colour coat she wore. But her name? Guh…?!
    Turns out her name was Guerleen. The little punk couldn’t be assed to ask her name….he’s only about the looks
    Typical man!!! I got some work to do here
    Glad you had a lush holiday!

  3. Kate Chapman

    Aw welcome back – glad you had a fab time. And bless your boy – totally love the fact he had you doing all the leg work!
    My little girl (5) has started taking an interest in the opposite sex now and tells me she has three boyfriends at school. However, when she comes home from school to her grubby little brother (3) she promptly tells me boys are bleugh! Long may it continue!
    (PS please don’t go on holiday again – I’ve missed your posts!)

  4. Jenny

    Oh Katie, so glad you had such a great time on your holiday. It’s always the best holidays when everyone is occupied with a friend and in your little man’s case his first girlfriend. I love it. The drawing are masterpieces. I would frame the swimming one for his room to remind him. lol Too cute. I love it. Look forward to your flight traumas post though too. I have had my fair share for sure.

  5. Suzanne3childrenandit

    Ha ha I love the ‘aside’ at the end – none of us would have believed the story if you hadn’t added in that you reading a magazine was totally fictional! Very, very cute. And now it’s recorded here forever :)


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