06/06/2026
By Sunday morning, Thelma and Louise were beginning to question some of their life choices.
Not all of them. Just enough of them.
The previous few days had been a blur of Swingers Club, live music, burgers, beers, margaritas, golf, coffee, dancing and a number of conversations they were fairly certain shouldn’t be repeated in public.
Thelma was the first one awake. This surprised absolutely nobody.
Louise emerged some time later, moving at roughly the same pace as continental drift.
“How are you feeling?” asked Thelma.
“Like I’ve been hit by a golf cart,” replied Louise.
The pair agreed that Sunday called for something sensible. Something responsible. Something healthy.
Which is exactly how they found themselves sitting at The Royal by midday discussing roast pork, roast beef, Yorkshire puddings and whether a Bloody Mary technically counted as a recovery drink.
Technically it was healthy. They were convinced.
The fireplace was crackling away. The beers were cold.
DJ Darren was setting up for his live set from 3pm.
And for the first time all weekend, neither of them had anywhere they needed to be.
“This is exactly what I needed,” Louise said as she tucked into her roast.
Thelma nodded in agreement.
A few minutes passed.
“So…” said Louise. “Yep?” replied Thelma.
“Should we maybe have just one margarita?”
Thelma smiled.
“Absolutely.”
It was a long weekend after all.
Besides, they had walked to The Royal. And they’d both had a bottle of water on the way.
“Healthy”.
Life is all about balance.
