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On the long drive home.
Reivaulx Abbey, in Wellies
I didn't actually take this photo, it is credited to Louisa. But I feel it's going to optimistically summarise our Yorkshire holiday ahead. Christmas up north, we just have to get there first (with grit on the roads and fingers crossed). Best wishes for your holiday celebrations, whether they be white or otherwise.
It snowed again this afternoon, and then on the way home it rained, before Kev and I could make a snowman. Bah humbug!
Thanks for the cake Kirsty, and for letting Marcos in the kitchen long enough to make Snowy the snowman.
How did London hide this fabulous giant from me for nearly two years?
Most at this time of year are winding down, somehow I've got myself on a project that starts and ends this week so no time for fun things like skipping about in the snow, or even capturing it's presence. It's snowing in this shot, but it's kinda hard to tell much of anything.
Happy Birthday Kev. Because of the car nightmare on Friday, we're having a birthday do over when we're up in Yorkshire for the Christmas break.
We got a free christmas tree last year, with all purple decorations. Slowly we are getting some decorations that aren't purple.
10.00 Set off for a wedding that starts at 7pm in Lancashire.
12.40 Strange speed wobbles in the rear tire.
12.42 On the side of the road with a flat, shredded tyre.
12.50 Call RAC.
13.20 RAC turn up, comment on suspension looking bad and recommend two new tires. Put space saver on, as our car doesn't have the tools.
14.00 Get to a tyre place in Loughborough.
15.30 Pick up 'fixed' car with 'balanced and aligned' wheels.
16.00 Notice strange vibrating in the back of the car, call tyre place and they guess it might be the spare tyre not screwed in correctly.
16.30 Bugger about with spare tyre.
17.30 Call RAC from a Service area and book a room for our late arrival at wedding.
19.30 Decide on getting towed back to London, when all options have been exhausted. And the car is unsafe to drive, due to buggered suspension bushes.*
21.40 Tow truck arrives.
01.40 Finally get home, despite the police closing the road near our apartment.
* 19.32 Kev's phone gets broken as we leave the RAC vehicle. Icing meet cake.
Last year, the work Christmas party had an open bar all night, with flaming shots and all sorts of maheem happening. How could my new work place top that? Elvis in the bulding, dogems, cocktails AND candy, fire eating and more camp dancers than at Sydney Mardi Gras. Mind blown.
This week has been a crazy busy week for me at work (ah, mananging a workshop project of ten people, yikes), so I'm yet to get time for those all important thank yous. The cakes all eaten though.
Delicious. I think Kev's building a menu.
Our local and the pub we had our engagement party in both have connections to Charles Dickens. In this 107 year old copy of A Tale of Two Cities, page 99 references my favourite pub in London.
Thanks sis, it is a really, really thoughtful gift.
This actually arrived last week in time for our party, but as it wouldn't fit in the letter slot, we had to pick it up last night.
It came from three of my favourite people in the world, who keep reminding me how much I miss them!