Whoosh!

Yes, there goes another three weeks. I do mean to write, just like I used to. I do quite often think "Now there's something I should blog about" but somehow I always get sidetracked. It's not as if I have actually been doing anything of note in the last week to get in my way. Still I'm here now.

When last I typed, I was wiling away some time with Nick in sunny Nottinghamshire. We had always intended to go away somewhere hot on a last minute deal, but sadly the school half-term scuppered our plans. There are no cheap deals in half-term, all the kids have taken the places. We had also considered, as a back up plan, visiting Edinburgh or Dublin. Neither occurred due to us being sensible. We saved the pennies for a rainy day (and a ticket to somewhere hotter when that day arrives)

What we did do was sample some of the best that Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire have to offer. We marvelled at the beauty of the Peak District, drove through the grounds of Chatsworth, ate a Bakewell Pudding in Bakewell, explored caverns for Blue John, went for dinner in a 15th Century mansion and drove over Snake Pass at Sunset. On the other end of the scale, in more commercial and less romantic areas, we visited Ikea, Meadowhall and the only 2 floor Asda in Britain. (The latter of which had me squealing with delight on the travelators that allow you to take your trolley aloft! I know I'm sad, you don't have to tell me.)

I would imagine that to some it sounds like a slightly mundane turn of events, but I really didn't care. I was there and Nick was there and that really was all I cared about.

Plymouth Ho!

I'm running out of Hoe jokes, so please feel free to provide me with more. I returned to London on the second Monday of my holiday fortnight having already planned the long weekend ahead. I decided that, rather than loaf around the flat for a week, I would take a trip to Plymouth and catch up with my friends.

Ye gods, that City is changing at one hell of a rate. New casinos, bars and a Travelodge have sprung out of nowhere in the last 6 months. It's quite astounding really. It was good to be back in some ways, and yet every time I visit now, I realise that the time I had there is gone now and it's never coming back.

Not that Angela (best friend, soulmate and born on the same day as me 10 years previous) and myself don't still manage to raise almighty hell in our own little way. I was a wee bit pissed on Thursday night to the point that, no matter how hard I tried, I just could not say 'Sarah Michelle Gellar'. Or as I put it "Seraamshlllglaar". Not what you want when you're in full flow about the past, present and future of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Friday night was devoted to 'Reflex', a new 80's bar they have there and Saturday...well Saturday we stayed in and had a chinese. The previous 48 hours hedonism had taken its toll and so take away food, a can of cola and the television were called for. It was easily as enjoyable as jumping around to techno choons as we had planned. Maybe I'm getting old :o)

All The Fun And None Of The Pain

PK is buying a house. A real house. In Kingston.

Just when he'd resigned himself to a future of living in flats, along comes a two bedroom semi-detached very close to where we are now. How cool is that! It needs a lot doing to it but I'm looking forward to a bit of DIY, having caught the bug helping Nick in Mansfield.

I am lucky enough to be getting all the excitement and anticipation of the move to this house without any of the financials! Let me at that paintbrush!