So with less than a week to go I am super excited about my holiday with Mr. Warehouse to Dublin and Southern Ireland to see the family. But this weekend I spent some Q.T with the Tweedles, Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb in a mammoth sleepover-weekender.
Friday I had decided to take a half day as not only did I not fancy spending more than two-hours getting to Miss Tweedle-Dumb's house in the darkness after work, but I also wanted to try and catch up with some family members after Christmas and New Years. Settling down in a local cafe for Afternoon High Tea with my Nanny Pumpkin I soon forgot the stresses of work and the mountain of paperwork I had to do come Monday (AKA this) morning. I had barely sank into the comfy, leather tub-chairs before Nanny Pumpkin unleashed all her worldly gossip to me, nattering away and chatting like we always do about work, life and a little bitching here and there for good measure. A slice of coffee cake and mug of caramel latte soon disappeared as did the time, and eventually we left, thankfully my little Nanny Pumpkin gave me a cheeky lift back home to Dunstable/Houghton Regis to see some other family members where again we chatted for a good few hours, consuming more tea and putting the world to right.
My afternoon with the elderly relatives in my family really put it into perspective that I have come along way since those dark days of my teenage years, just after being chucked out by my pathetic excuse for a mother. Looking through photos of me as a baby I wondered to myself what life will look like with my own children in it, a nice Silver-Cross parked outside the cafe, or breastfeeding whilst having a chit-chat with me Nan in her rocking chair. I hoped and wished that one day I will have children and they could meet these wonderful older ladies in my life, for they are genuinely the ones that have made me who I am today and will encourage me I know to be a better person tomorrow. Their influences already and what is to come from them will help me become the mother I want to be and makes me less scared of the crappy example I had. And it seems as though now the dust has finally settled, both sides of my family have accepted me to be a honest, true and well-turned-out individual in my very own right.
Drizzling with rain I walked the five-minute walk to Miss Tweedle-Dumb's house and was greeted by the over-sized family hound and my bestie waiting with what can only be described as the best welcome to a sleepover I have ever had ... Gooey Baked Camembert and red onion chutney with lightly toasted French baguette. Mmmm, Yummy! Settling in for the night we indulged in a horror flick (something I will miss once Mr. Warehouse moves in since he is such a pussy when it comes to scary things) and ended the night all curled up in Miss Tweedle-Dumb's parent's Queen-sized-bed.
Saturday brought a new sense of excitement as we were all heading off for a shopping trip, something we had not done in absolutely ages, and whilst it was to the posh, commuter town of St. Albans, I most certainly spent more money on stuff that quite frankly, I am sure my bank balance will suffer for later. Who needs a concrete Ampersand anyway? No-one. But it looks good in my flat and was only three-quid so it has been fully justified. Some Cookie-Dough lube, Yankee Candles, toning weights (because I realised that I have enough bingo wing to fly both me and Mr. Warehouse to Dublin and back twice over without having to pay for the Ryan Air privilege) and some other home improvements were also in my bags Saturday and although there was nothing in there that I essentially necessary, it is all very much needed in my life now. Lying in bed that evening, Miss Tweedle-Dee on my left, Miss Tweedle-Dumb on my right, I knew I was thoroughly happy with all my purchases and was somewhat sad that I had to go home after such a wonderful weekend. However when Mr. Warehouse messaged me Sunday morning with the promise of cocktails whilst he watched the Game on TV in the local pub in Bedford I was more than happy to oblige and head home.
On the train journey back I was also made aware that there were now even less sleeps to go until I get to eat out every night and wear nice clothes that aren't office appropriate! So hurry up Dublin - I wanna get my Ta-Ta's out!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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