I find myself taking a cigarette break at work and stand outside the back door on a cold, rainy day, typical of this time of year, thinking of that White Isle and how great it would be to live there! An urgent plan is required. Maybe if we clear those plastic cards as we promised to do, a holiday there this year at least. It is the one place we really come alive and it's not just about the partying, it's about being the real us. We both feel like we belong there and we settle in to the way of life, dressing down in flip-flops, shorts and t-shirts all day long, that is how I am meant to dress. not long trousers, jumpers and coats.
We were born to be in Ibiza and Ibiza was born for us!
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