Blazin' Bank Hols

Evening All, 

Week three complete. I was done. Done with hotels and done with living out of a suitcase. Done with eating out or takeaway every night and done with crappy hotel telly. As much as I loved the job, working away was taking its toll after three weeks. I was ready to start working from the MK office and be home in my own home, eating a home-cooked meal and my own bed at night.

But alas next week is half term and with a couple of staff off with the kiddo's, I was asked if I would kindly stay away. It was only a few more nights and there was plenty I could be getting on with, so I agreed.

This weekend was a bank holiday in England and as such we expected the shitty weather to continue. Non-stop, almost from the very day I started my it has rained and with grey skies and storms have been an almost daily occurrence. But, this weekend has been blinding. And I am glad. Friday I finished work and thundered up the motorway, homeward bound ready for Date night with Mr. Warehouse at the local Indian. Sitting there in a restaurant was weird though, being the first time both of us have been out to dinner eating inside a restaurant since last year. My god I actually can't even remember the last time we ate at an actual restaurant, may even be Turkey!

Saturday though we were up and dressed early, leaving the house and after a few errands, we were planning to be at the coast by midday, just in time for a fish and chip lunch. However, as we waited in the Vet's car park for the little Pups booster vaccine's missed from last year we had a tap on the car window. Mr. Warehouse got out to see what the tall gentleman wanted. Doggo in hand I joined the two men as they looked at the front of my car. I was then told something that I had known was coming for a few months. I had anticipated at some point having to get my tyre's changed, but the gentleman had kindly brought it screaming to my attention that the tread on my tyres was dangerously low and that I should seriously get them looked at. And so, delaying the seaside road trip we made a detour to the mechanics in order to get them swapped out.

As lunchtime approached we set off for Great Yarmouth and after nearly three hours, one pitstop for wee-wee's and poo-poo's and several traffic jams I could see the sea. Stepping into the soft pale-beige sand, the dogs were in paradise. Running along the shore Mr Warehouse and I was soon aware that our eldest dog was struggling. She couldn't manage it like she had used to. Limping along, she tried to keep up with us all and put on a brave face but she was done in. So stopping for a bite to eat, fish and chips obviously, she was able to have a good rest. We even treated them to a doggie pup-cake ... And the remainder of the fish and chips Mr Warehouse and I couldn't finish.

Rounding off the day with some arcade games and penny slots on the pier and ice cream, I and my little family headed to the hotel we were staying at. The Swan Hotel was situated right along the main street in the small market town of Harleston in Norfolk, approximately 45-minutes from Great Yarmouth. Combining centuries-old hospitality with the latest modern amenities it was just a place to rest our heads, and paws. The 16th-century beams, huge inglenook fireplaces and an arched courtyard were pretty, but Mr Warehouse hated it. The character, charm and possibility that it was haunted were not a turn on for him and he complained about everything and anything he could find wrong with it. Everything from the curtains to the carpets. I could understand it though, the cost of the room (£85.00) for a twin room with a dirty bath, stained carpet and square marks on the walls where you could tell a picture frame used to hang certainly didn't seem to match the price we were paying.

Returning to the bar downstairs for breakfast I thought it best not to tell Mr Warehouse about the leaking beams and how when alerting the staff they seemed to be very well aware of the leak although were still not able to contain what had now developed from a drip to a full-blown stream of water coming through the ceiling. But alas it was too late, Mr Warehouse divulged over breakfast that his bed was full of springs he felt all night and slept next to a window that didn't open.

Finishing up our full English we headed upstairs to pack and come late morning we had already checked out and were on our way to a quiet countryside campsite in the middle of nowhere to visit my Dad and his wife at their caravan. Me and my fur family (and my fiance) then spent the day sunning ourselves whilst chatting and drinking and eating BBQ food, all in 24-degree sunshine. Mr Warehouse and I even got a little sunburnt.

It was honestly such a nice weekend and after today spent wandering around a market, again basking in glorious sunny weather, so unlike any bank holiday, I can remember. Tomorrow I will pack up my suitcase again and head on down to Hertfordshire for my fourth and final week.

'Til next time, Love A.Lou x

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