I went on a women’s retreat for the weekend. It was totally not me I have to say (and not only because I was the youngest there by at least 15 years) but I was asked if I would go and help with the cooking etc so I did. It was nice though to sleep on a river (who said rivers had to have water above the surface?) under the full moon and wake up to the tress.
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I’m going on a women’s retreat this weekend. I have a feeling the place is a floral-curtains-doilies-and-frou-frou kind of place. But that’s OK – I’m going because I want to get to know the women from church a bit better.