I love going on retreat. I make sure I go on retreat at least once a year to keep my mind and body in check. As such, it kinda surprised me when I turned into Grumpy McGrumpster from the onset. Even before I had landed in Spain I was grumpy. No, actually, even before I had boarded the plane at Birmingham I was grumpy. A gaggle of girls were also boarding my flight full of giggles and fun times ahead on their journey to sun, sand, sea and booze. I couldn't help wanting them to shutup and let me be grumpy in peace.