Fun Christmassy New Yearsy Stuff

I'm a doofus. Packed everything we needed for our road trip dooon soooth, bar one fairly important piece of record-keeping equipment: Camera charger nestled safely in amongst hair dryers and and makeup. Camera left bereft and lonely in laptop bag next to couch in the living room.

Sigh.

Still, I found out that you don't actually need to document fun in order to have it. Of course, it can help you remember the next day precisely what kind of fun was had, but sometimes it's better not to know.

We left M-Burger on 27th, having spent the previous 2 days consuming our body weight in duck and mince pies. The car reluctantly started, being as it was packed to the rafters with presents and suitcases (what the hell, we thought, we're not flying, let's take the entire contents of our flat with us in case we need it. Makes the camera being left behind all the more ridiculous). We made our way south in a gingerly manner, as at times we were driving through actual whiteouts due to the snow that wouldn't stop falling. There were so few other cars on the road, we didn't know whether to be relieved, or concerned.

First night in Lancaster. Lovely time at tapas restaurant with Alex, Martin and Nick (Stu's Uni of Lancaster mates) et al. There may have been Sambucca shots at dingy nightclub at 2am. I can't be sure, and have no photographic evidence to testify. Thank god for that.

28th December - day of hangover, regret and loooooong delays on the M6. Basically turned a 3 hour journey into 7. Fortunately DJ Mez was on hand to provide music and abundant karaoke to the ever-suffering Stu. Unfortunately, our lovely Hoisin duck with cucumber and rocket wraps were tragically left in fridge of friend's flat (along with my best knife) and we were forced to settled for horrid moto-stop fare. Arrived in Weston-Super-Mare at 7pm, and out to dinner with Stu's brother (Simon), sister (Emma) and partners (and Emma's cute little boy Loui).

Eeep, boss coming out of meeting. To be continued.

Smooches!