I'll have to work soon, for fucks sake.
Consonant reader,
I haven't slept well in ages, well at least 5 nights worth of tossing and turning.
Me and the baby girl decided to have ourselves a little, oh- so- little camping break. The new flat is lovely and we've been busy sorting it out. But as the new term looms its ugly academic head ever nearer we thought it best to have one more blast before we have to become teachers full time.
I start back later than the girl does so I have an extra 5 days doing very little, but I'm sure I'll have things to do anyway, erecting shelves and positioning mirrors etc. the usual "I've got a drill and I'm not afraid to use it" mentality.
So, off we went waving goodbye to cheery Gloucester and up, up and away to North Wales. The aim: Camping on Anglesea. But we stopped off one night to stay at my dad's house just outside Mold, near Chester (I say near, 'near' as in within a radius of 50 miles.), where we had time to watch 'The Village' at Ellesmere Port cinema with my big and little sis. It's a great film if you've not seen it, but if you have seen it, its a great film.
Then the next day we were on our way to Anglesey, where we pitched up on the North side of the island in a place called Amlwch. (Pronounce it like 'AM-LOO- short strangling choking sound) It was a lovely campsite, quite busy if a little wet. The buy who owned it was lovely, and he showed us to where we had to pitch.
We went on a few walks the next day and then went to Bangor and got a lantern for the tent owing to the fact that the previous one decided to fuck up halfway through the evening leading to much distress to ourselves. Grr, bloody defective lanterns.
The following night was a complete and utter fucking nightmare. It was windy on the evening but through the night it turned into a gale and I woek up to find the tent walls touching my face. Touching my face for gods sake. The wind was bending the freaking tent.
We promptly left and made our way for my sisters pad in Liverpool. he car was a mess having shoved the tent in slap- dash style just to escape the dreading 100 mph gusts of Amlwch. Tensions were high.
Plus, it began raining, again. Fucking weather, bloody lanterns.
We got to Liverpool on Friday and immediately relaxed. My sis took us out to a Chinese buffet place where for a tenner you could eat as much Chinese food as you wanted. I held back because I thought I'd be a pig if I launched back to the buffet cart and took mountains of sweet chili pork and sweet and sour chicken and mountains of egg- fried rice. Alas, I later realised my girl had thought exactly the same repressed urge, and so we both had held back our true appetites for the sake of not looking like a couple of Jabbas in front of my sibling. God damn manners, lanterns and weather...
Liverpool had the Mathew Street party/ carnival thing happening all over the BHW, so it was good to see many weird and wonderful people out on Saturday. Very nice, lots of people, good vibes 'n' all. For those who don't know, Mathew Street was the place where dem dose Beatles did come from. I took a few pictures and had a few drinks but it was over before too long. Boo. Bloody time going too quickly, lanterns, weather.. Grr..
Now I'm back and I'm thinking of going back to school. The last few months (Turkey, Croatia, North Wales and camping etc..) are distant memories now. My girl is already feeling the strain as she starts before me, this week.
I'm getting a bit, mindful. This is my new job. I am responsible. I have to put all silliness behind me. I am a professional.
-HA!
B x.
I haven't slept well in ages, well at least 5 nights worth of tossing and turning.
Me and the baby girl decided to have ourselves a little, oh- so- little camping break. The new flat is lovely and we've been busy sorting it out. But as the new term looms its ugly academic head ever nearer we thought it best to have one more blast before we have to become teachers full time.
I start back later than the girl does so I have an extra 5 days doing very little, but I'm sure I'll have things to do anyway, erecting shelves and positioning mirrors etc. the usual "I've got a drill and I'm not afraid to use it" mentality.
So, off we went waving goodbye to cheery Gloucester and up, up and away to North Wales. The aim: Camping on Anglesea. But we stopped off one night to stay at my dad's house just outside Mold, near Chester (I say near, 'near' as in within a radius of 50 miles.), where we had time to watch 'The Village' at Ellesmere Port cinema with my big and little sis. It's a great film if you've not seen it, but if you have seen it, its a great film.
Then the next day we were on our way to Anglesey, where we pitched up on the North side of the island in a place called Amlwch. (Pronounce it like 'AM-LOO- short strangling choking sound) It was a lovely campsite, quite busy if a little wet. The buy who owned it was lovely, and he showed us to where we had to pitch.
We went on a few walks the next day and then went to Bangor and got a lantern for the tent owing to the fact that the previous one decided to fuck up halfway through the evening leading to much distress to ourselves. Grr, bloody defective lanterns.
The following night was a complete and utter fucking nightmare. It was windy on the evening but through the night it turned into a gale and I woek up to find the tent walls touching my face. Touching my face for gods sake. The wind was bending the freaking tent.
We promptly left and made our way for my sisters pad in Liverpool. he car was a mess having shoved the tent in slap- dash style just to escape the dreading 100 mph gusts of Amlwch. Tensions were high.
Plus, it began raining, again. Fucking weather, bloody lanterns.
We got to Liverpool on Friday and immediately relaxed. My sis took us out to a Chinese buffet place where for a tenner you could eat as much Chinese food as you wanted. I held back because I thought I'd be a pig if I launched back to the buffet cart and took mountains of sweet chili pork and sweet and sour chicken and mountains of egg- fried rice. Alas, I later realised my girl had thought exactly the same repressed urge, and so we both had held back our true appetites for the sake of not looking like a couple of Jabbas in front of my sibling. God damn manners, lanterns and weather...
Liverpool had the Mathew Street party/ carnival thing happening all over the BHW, so it was good to see many weird and wonderful people out on Saturday. Very nice, lots of people, good vibes 'n' all. For those who don't know, Mathew Street was the place where dem dose Beatles did come from. I took a few pictures and had a few drinks but it was over before too long. Boo. Bloody time going too quickly, lanterns, weather.. Grr..
Now I'm back and I'm thinking of going back to school. The last few months (Turkey, Croatia, North Wales and camping etc..) are distant memories now. My girl is already feeling the strain as she starts before me, this week.
I'm getting a bit, mindful. This is my new job. I am responsible. I have to put all silliness behind me. I am a professional.
-HA!
B x.