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Well then! Back from an extended Easter Jolly to both Families. We are now all rather knackered. 5 days on the road with a 12 week old = not the easiest way to spend a holiday!
Good Friday - was largely spent driving. Alack the Holiday Traffic was still very much out in force and so pretty much all of the M25 was one giant traffic jam. And Reading Services... my Christ, I don't think I've ever seen a service station so full. It really doesn't help that if you're travelling South-East to South-West, Reading is the first service station in about 100 miles of heavy traffic, so pretty much everybody needs to stop by then. Vi needed a feed, but thank God didn't need a change - still, what with feeding her and taking turns to queue for a wee, getting sarnies, eating said sarnies etc we were there for an hour. We set off from Canters at 10.30 and didn't get to Bristow til 4. A long trip. The weather was lovely all weekend though, and Friday evening was spent in Sis' back garden with a BBQ. Yum! Twas followed by a twilight drive over the Severn Bridge (it's £5.10 to get into Wales now!) to Mum's for supper. As you may have guessed by now, the theme for this weekend was Gluttony.
Saturday - Sis and Ad came over with DaisyMoo the Guinea-pig (at Mum's on her holiday while Sis & Ad are in Barcelona for this week) and Ad's daughter C - who was very good, and not too boisterous with Vi. This classic exchange was noted:
Ad: (brings C a drink) - What do you say...?
C: Put it on the table.
A sunny trip to the park was enjoyed by all, followed by a very slobby afternoon and a big fat Chicken Dinner as there would be none on Sunday. We ended up watching a Boxing match that everybody in Wales seemed to be watching and yet only lasted about a minute.
Easter Sunday - The Mob descended. They brought many gifts. Mum provided a buffet so big you'd think someone was getting married. Grampy was besotted with the Great Grandaughter even though she kept trying to steal his dentures, I discovered Uncle Pete has a Magic Touch with babies, the Hangers On turned up as they always do and brought their creepy son who managed to grunt a brief 'hello' in my direction between stuffing his face with free food. This isn't a teenager, by the way - this bloke's about 40. Ew. And The Other One put my back up too. Incredibly tenous male relations that you've only known for a few years and only ever seen a handful of times should NOT stroke your hair every time they greet you. Creepy, creepy man.
The rest of the Mafia were a joy to see again, though. Cousin Matt is a leg-end. While giving Vi a cwtch he looked her in the eye and stared saying 'Mah... Mah... Mah... Mamamama...Matthew!' If that does turn out to be Vi's first word, I'll kill him! He's single again BTW, ladies. Any PG fans out there geeky enough to marry a man simply to inherit the surname 'Day', there's a 25 year old tall blond Welshman I know who can oblige. In true Diva fashion, Vi had three different outfits over the course of Easter Day, although unlike Kylie, Madge et al this was due to several explosive poos of such magnatude they could not be entirely confined to her nappy.
Easter Monday - was spent on the road again. I threatened to crash the car due to dancing like a Hillbilly to Duelling Banjoes whilst driving over the Severn Bridge. Traffic was much better so we managed to do Wales - Hastings in just over 4 hours, never stopping for long enough for Vi to wake up and realise she was hungry. Quick turn around at Mother in Law's then back out to the seafront for Sis in Law's birthday. Too quick a turn-around really, as I wasn't prepared enough for how long we were to stay out. After a cup of tea in a cafe that had yet to ban smoking (cue me giving the chain smoking old tart at a table beyond the Evil Eye and repeatedly asking the M-i-L to hurry up her coffee drinkage) we went to a Chinese that was nice, yet had no changing facilities i could find and was staffed by people who didn't understand no matter how slowly I said 'No, I need to change her nappy' whenever they pointed at the High Chair. *Sigh* - Had brought spare nappies and cotton wool but that was all... there followed a very stressful five minutes as I had to change her on paper towels laid on the Ladies' sink counter. She hated it and screamed blue murder. Never again. By then I was feeling too stressed and guilt ridden to enjoy the rest of the meal. Another very quick turn-around in which I picked up much more stuff to go out was followed by a few hours at Sis-in-Law's house, playing her Wii. Was frickin knackered at the end of all that.
Tuesday - hubs took today off too so we stayed the night in Hastings. Spent most of today at S-i-L's again. We finally got round to watching Saturday's Dr Que... ( All the world's a stage... )
Anyhoo, we're back now, and have a stupid amount of chocolate that'll probably last us well into June. Whee!
Good Friday - was largely spent driving. Alack the Holiday Traffic was still very much out in force and so pretty much all of the M25 was one giant traffic jam. And Reading Services... my Christ, I don't think I've ever seen a service station so full. It really doesn't help that if you're travelling South-East to South-West, Reading is the first service station in about 100 miles of heavy traffic, so pretty much everybody needs to stop by then. Vi needed a feed, but thank God didn't need a change - still, what with feeding her and taking turns to queue for a wee, getting sarnies, eating said sarnies etc we were there for an hour. We set off from Canters at 10.30 and didn't get to Bristow til 4. A long trip. The weather was lovely all weekend though, and Friday evening was spent in Sis' back garden with a BBQ. Yum! Twas followed by a twilight drive over the Severn Bridge (it's £5.10 to get into Wales now!) to Mum's for supper. As you may have guessed by now, the theme for this weekend was Gluttony.
Saturday - Sis and Ad came over with DaisyMoo the Guinea-pig (at Mum's on her holiday while Sis & Ad are in Barcelona for this week) and Ad's daughter C - who was very good, and not too boisterous with Vi. This classic exchange was noted:
Ad: (brings C a drink) - What do you say...?
C: Put it on the table.
A sunny trip to the park was enjoyed by all, followed by a very slobby afternoon and a big fat Chicken Dinner as there would be none on Sunday. We ended up watching a Boxing match that everybody in Wales seemed to be watching and yet only lasted about a minute.
Easter Sunday - The Mob descended. They brought many gifts. Mum provided a buffet so big you'd think someone was getting married. Grampy was besotted with the Great Grandaughter even though she kept trying to steal his dentures, I discovered Uncle Pete has a Magic Touch with babies, the Hangers On turned up as they always do and brought their creepy son who managed to grunt a brief 'hello' in my direction between stuffing his face with free food. This isn't a teenager, by the way - this bloke's about 40. Ew. And The Other One put my back up too. Incredibly tenous male relations that you've only known for a few years and only ever seen a handful of times should NOT stroke your hair every time they greet you. Creepy, creepy man.
The rest of the Mafia were a joy to see again, though. Cousin Matt is a leg-end. While giving Vi a cwtch he looked her in the eye and stared saying 'Mah... Mah... Mah... Mamamama...Matthew!' If that does turn out to be Vi's first word, I'll kill him! He's single again BTW, ladies. Any PG fans out there geeky enough to marry a man simply to inherit the surname 'Day', there's a 25 year old tall blond Welshman I know who can oblige. In true Diva fashion, Vi had three different outfits over the course of Easter Day, although unlike Kylie, Madge et al this was due to several explosive poos of such magnatude they could not be entirely confined to her nappy.
Easter Monday - was spent on the road again. I threatened to crash the car due to dancing like a Hillbilly to Duelling Banjoes whilst driving over the Severn Bridge. Traffic was much better so we managed to do Wales - Hastings in just over 4 hours, never stopping for long enough for Vi to wake up and realise she was hungry. Quick turn around at Mother in Law's then back out to the seafront for Sis in Law's birthday. Too quick a turn-around really, as I wasn't prepared enough for how long we were to stay out. After a cup of tea in a cafe that had yet to ban smoking (cue me giving the chain smoking old tart at a table beyond the Evil Eye and repeatedly asking the M-i-L to hurry up her coffee drinkage) we went to a Chinese that was nice, yet had no changing facilities i could find and was staffed by people who didn't understand no matter how slowly I said 'No, I need to change her nappy' whenever they pointed at the High Chair. *Sigh* - Had brought spare nappies and cotton wool but that was all... there followed a very stressful five minutes as I had to change her on paper towels laid on the Ladies' sink counter. She hated it and screamed blue murder. Never again. By then I was feeling too stressed and guilt ridden to enjoy the rest of the meal. Another very quick turn-around in which I picked up much more stuff to go out was followed by a few hours at Sis-in-Law's house, playing her Wii. Was frickin knackered at the end of all that.
Tuesday - hubs took today off too so we stayed the night in Hastings. Spent most of today at S-i-L's again. We finally got round to watching Saturday's Dr Que... ( All the world's a stage... )
Anyhoo, we're back now, and have a stupid amount of chocolate that'll probably last us well into June. Whee!
