HOLIDAY HORROR
Stepping off of the plane in Marrakesh, I was suddenly enveloped by a wave of heat.
As I made my way down the steps back in April this year, I smiled at the thought of five fun-filled days ahead of us.
I’d only found out about the trip three weeks earlier – my husband Dan, 41, had booked it as a surprise for my 40th birthday, and I was so excited.
I’d been to Marrakesh a few times, and it was one of my favourite places.
We’d come with four of our kids – Brooke, 15, Ava-Blou, 14, Sonny, nine, and eight-year-old Meadow.
They’d never been before, and they were buzzing.
Our younger three had stayed at home with my sister and brother-in-law as they were still a bit too young to come.
I missed them, but I was more than ready to relax by the pool in our five-star hotel, with a cocktail in hand!
We hadn’t made any plans –
