Hiya,
After the excitement of last weekend coming back from holiday and having cuddles with a newborn baby that didn't cry in my presence (Yes! I am king of all children - OK certainly not true, especially from last weeks post) I have had a stretched out week that took forever to end. Why is it that your week seems to melt away when your sat on a beach with the "Hello-Hello-Olla-Olla-Calypo-Calypo" man screaming in your ear every half-hour as he walks past hoping your not trying to pretend to sleep. Yet the second you get home and back to reality it feels as though someone is pressing rewind on your entire life. Its like ground hog day. Its horrible. I need another holiday. But where too? I am thinking despite Mr. Warehouse somewhat finding steady employment (I said steady, not permanent - As yet anyway) I don't think we would realistically be able to squeeze in a summer holiday together before the leaves begin to fall. However this leaves (Haha, see what I did there) the gap between my birthday and Christmas wide open with a sparse calender of events which in turn is an opportunity not to be missed. Maybe Mr. Warehouse and I can head to the Swiss Alps for a romantic snowy retreat, hot-tub and champagne at the ready. Or maybe a cosy city break to Copenhagen, Capital of Denmark and all things Scandi. Maybe a good old German Christmas Market filled with cuddles over hot mulled cider and horse-drawn carriages. Mmm. I need a holiday - NOW!
Although I say this now, I have to keep reminding myself that in actual fact as Autumn approaches it will be about the time that I pass my driving test (hopefully) as it is booked for the fifteenth of September. Yes I acknowledge that this is three days before my birthday and whilst I would like to say I will pass, I doubt very much I will pass first time round. I mean seriously who does that. *Some time lateeeer* OK well after a while Googling people that passed their test first time I can only imagine that Adele, Niall Horan and Pixie Geldof are all just very fortunate and have not experienced brain-farts whilst attempting to Bay Park like I do. I am anxious but not nearly as scared as I was doing my provisional test. I would like to hope that I can pull my driving test forward just a little bit, maybe by a week or so, just so I have time to recover from the unavoidable failure before I turn twenty-five. But judging by this weekends driving lesson I am improving slowly now after learning everything I need to I just have to perfect it now.
I have started to make enquiries however about whether or not to get a car on finance or not. There are positives on boths sides and whilst a car being bought outright is a good thing as I would cherish it and take care of it best I could, there will always be the potential I could be sold an absoloute Dud. Unfortunatly it would seem my Father is lacking parenting skills and is unable to help me in the simplest of ways so the most likely way of me veiwing and buying a car is either with Mr. Warehouse or the Tweedles. Both Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb have cars of their own, essentially bought outright although Miss Tweedle-Dee's Citroen C1 actually was a finance car bought for her younger Brother so is in fairly good nick. Miss Tweedle-Dumb on the other hand has been through numerous car's before landing herself what seems to be a fairly reliable and trusty Renault Megane. I would love a Mini however I would need it to fit a dog in the boot comfortably as well as having four/five doors which for a Mini is rare and quite frankly just doesnt look right. Practically right now my life needs more than what a Mini can offer. I need more. And besides, at over three-hundred-pounds a month for a financed used vehicle it was way out of my budget, and thats not even including petrol or insurance. I am thinking a small car, something that I could maybe have a deal including insurance and all the other bits and bobs or maybe a finance package that offers me the choice after three years to either buy or trade in for another financed car. I dont know. but what I do know is that owning a car is and will be very, very expensive.
Other than my driving lesson this weekend, Mr. Warehouse and I also set about celebrating Bedford River Festival and attended the two day event pretty much all weekend. With lots to see and do we thoroughly enjoyed the weekend although some of the unsavory points were definatly the lack of cash machines, cold drinks and seating throughout the festival. I was also very upset to see that some ridiculous stupid people brought their dogs out to the event which attracted people from as far as London. In the twenty-seven-degree heat I saw every type of dog you can think of from tiny Chihuahua's right up to humongous Leonberger's and whilst I love a big, furry breed that looks like a small bear, I would be a more responsible dog owner not to bring it out to a place where it is crowded constantly and limited water available and when it is, its not fresh or cool. You would not dress a child up in a fur coat and take it out in that sort of weather so why should Dogs be any different. And on the subject of children, later on in the night when the main stage was starting to get heavy (I think thats what the rudeboys say anyway?!) there was still children, toddlers and even young babies out and about, surrounded increasingly by not only people but drunk people, smokers and drug-takers. It was sad not only to see Doggies in this situation but also young children and you really have to consider the parents ethics when you walk passed a girl no older than fourteen lining up white powder with a credit card whilst an older man hold a phone-torch to guide her. I mean that is someone's little girl for crying out loud?! Does no one care?
Nevertheless Mr. Warehouse and I enjoyed ourselves and were for the most part, excited to be residents of Bedford and thoroughly look forward to the next time in 2018. Who knows where we will be?!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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