Hello hello! I’m back from my busy few days with lots to show you! Did you miss me? No? I don’t care, I’m STILL going to tell you about my weekend!
So on Thursday, I slept in (yum) and caught a train from Temple Meads to Newport, then one going all the way to Chester. A pretty uneventful journey, except for the old lady with the giant nail file (who looked like she’d used it as a weapon before), Cheal being on the same train (but not saying anything till just before his stop at Shrew) and seeing one of my cousins as I was getting off the train and she was getting on at Chester.
(Face of old lady pixelated to protect me, because LOOK AT HER she could have moidered me!)
The first thing I was greeted by when I left the station was this Elvis decorated rhino. A few cities around the country have had decorated animals in them and Chester for some reason had rhinos. Hmm.
So I caught the bus into town and went to my sisters current pub, then headed to Lloyds No 1 (which my sister LOVES because it’s on the site of a shit nightclub she used to steal my birth certificate as ID and sneak out of a window to go to!) where we met up with Helen and Gemma for curry. That’s Helen and me in the pic above. Please excuse the exhausted look on my face!
I then met up with Bryn for a few glasses of wine at Harkers before heading back to my old work for….er….more wine.
Next day, I headed back to the old work for tea and cake.
This cup pleased me.
Dad picked me up and we went over to my Nanas house where a few aunts and cousins descended as well. Back to Chester, where I escaped before the hell crowds of the races attacked.
Saturday morning, we had to get up early so we could head to Avonmouth to go go karting with Alexs colleagues. I’m sure go karting is awesome fun if you’re a boy who likes driving, but for a girl who can’t drive, it was bum. My hips wouldn’t even fit in some of the carts. (Couldn’t help thinking “man, I wish I were still in bed, writing about shoes”)
Thankfully, Avonmouth is also the home of Costco. Mmmm cheap things.
Sparkly glasses and giant cupcakes? Yes please.
I was far too excited to see Roberts bread down here in the scummy South. I may have hugged the bread. Also the name of this cookie dough did not make me laugh. I’m far too grown up for that.
Sunday was my actual birthday, and after a good breakfast at Rocotillos, we headed down to The Lanes which was amazing!
Here’s my amazing bowling action, ooh look at that. I also like it when you bowl from between your legs. It’s a good thing I don’t try to be glamourous.
Monday was my day off where I could do the laundry and read – bliss!
I shall post this now, because its half midnight and I’m up at half 6, but I wanted to get this posted!
I HATE BOWLING.
Why would you laugh at those cookies? Nothing amusing about that. Pshaw.
Welcome back! And welcome to Old.
Happy Belated Birthday! Looks like a fabulous weekend.
Edinburgh has statues of cows, my work even has it’s own one… the Elvis rhino is far superior!
If it was a shit nightclub, how come all your friends used to go there?!
I only like it there because I know all the staff now, and Rosco picked me up in my chair there last sunday night!