Where’s the welcome?

Where’s the welcome?

I’m lucky enough to be part of a brilliant mastermind group of female business owners. We get together once a month, alternating between various different venues (we are usually most tempted to return to wherever provides the best sandwiches).

One such venue is a big hotel near Gatwick. It’s very lovely with comfortable, cosy meeting rooms, good food, a garden to walk in, nice biscuits etc. Just what we need. There’s just one thing missing. The welcome.

Marvellous Marketing Spotter’s Guide: 30 Metres Under The Sea

Marvellous Marketing Spotter’s Guide: 30 Metres Under The Sea

Being truly impressed by a new experience is a rare and wonderful thing. But, on our summer holiday to Lanzarote it happened to me.

Since we became parents, it could be because I’m permanently terrified of the boys getting injured, or, because as parents of young boys, but when we go on holiday, we just need to CHILL OUT.

This year something odd occurred. On day four of our trip, while reclining on sun loungers, watching the boys swim and reading our books we realised we were a little bit BORED. (First time this has ever happened.)