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hathycolIt's been a busy couple of weeks for us. A couple of weeks ago Richie and I went up for the Now Traditional (i.e. it's happened more than once) Birmingham Beer Bash with Philip, Kirsty, Andrew and Ali. I travelled up with the most horrendous laryngitis so on Friday night so when we arrived I mostly communicated via the medium of pointing at stuff. We went to a little basement bar and it turns out that cider is a great cure for a terrible throat. I had at least two conversations by the end of the day.
The next day we had a leisurely breakfast/lunch type thing before a very slow mini-pub crawl of Birmingham. Andrew and Richie were there with the intention of organising Philip's stag do with some of his West Midlands friends, so that was organised as we sampled some of Birmingham's culture (pubs) and fine people (barpeople).
Later in the day we headed to Digbeth for a large beer festival, which also had some awesome food options, and we sat around and talked for hours, sampling beers and burgers (or cider and homity pie in my case) and just... talking nonsense. Also, talking! The cider made my voice come back, but also burnt through my vocal cords and led to a fascinating nosebleed part way through the night. Whoops. It was just... a really lovely night, getting to catch up. The next day was somewhat more painful but Richie and I made a slow way back to London and tried to relax for the rest of the week.
This was made a little more difficult by Richie winning employee of the year in work on Tuesday, which was something of a surprise! POWER COUPLE BABY. We were out on Tuesday anyway as we had tickets for a female version of Jekyll and Hyde (not that good) but on Thursday we went out and had a blow out meal to celebrate our general awesomeness. We went to the OXO Tower and ate a delicious meal, I drank English champagne, and afterwards we went out to an ancient wine bar and drank expensive wine. I dread to think what my credit card thinks of me right now but hey ho. It was a splendid night, made better by coming home to discover that my CIPD certificate had come through and I am now a fully associated member with a Level 5 Diploma in Human Resources Management. More letters after my name, baby!
Friday was a long day at work but it turns out that thing about posh wine not making your hungover might have something in it after all. Wahey! I got through the day and came home to desperately pack before running back out to get the night bus to Edinburgh. I thought it would be a much more amusing story of my horrible night on the bus it turns out with a blankey, pillow, eyemask, earplugs and sleeping tablets these things are remarkably easy to cope with. I fell asleep just out of Victoria and woke up in Morningside. I had travelled up for Grahame's 30th but due to a combination of factors it sort of ended up being just me. Still, it ended up being a lovely day. Maisie is now a REAL PERSON and also a tiny tornado of terror and energy. Good grief, toddlers are difficult. I finally met Alba, who is the opposite of her sister. Much more peaceably, unbelievably happy and adorable to cuddle. Both girls were taken by various grandparents for the night, and we had a night in with terrible films and First Contact and takeaway. Yummy yummy and good times.
The Sunday day time travel was much less fun. Ah well.
And now it is another week and ohgod if I don't get some sleep next weekend I will quite possibly die.
The next day we had a leisurely breakfast/lunch type thing before a very slow mini-pub crawl of Birmingham. Andrew and Richie were there with the intention of organising Philip's stag do with some of his West Midlands friends, so that was organised as we sampled some of Birmingham's culture (pubs) and fine people (barpeople).
Later in the day we headed to Digbeth for a large beer festival, which also had some awesome food options, and we sat around and talked for hours, sampling beers and burgers (or cider and homity pie in my case) and just... talking nonsense. Also, talking! The cider made my voice come back, but also burnt through my vocal cords and led to a fascinating nosebleed part way through the night. Whoops. It was just... a really lovely night, getting to catch up. The next day was somewhat more painful but Richie and I made a slow way back to London and tried to relax for the rest of the week.
This was made a little more difficult by Richie winning employee of the year in work on Tuesday, which was something of a surprise! POWER COUPLE BABY. We were out on Tuesday anyway as we had tickets for a female version of Jekyll and Hyde (not that good) but on Thursday we went out and had a blow out meal to celebrate our general awesomeness. We went to the OXO Tower and ate a delicious meal, I drank English champagne, and afterwards we went out to an ancient wine bar and drank expensive wine. I dread to think what my credit card thinks of me right now but hey ho. It was a splendid night, made better by coming home to discover that my CIPD certificate had come through and I am now a fully associated member with a Level 5 Diploma in Human Resources Management. More letters after my name, baby!
Friday was a long day at work but it turns out that thing about posh wine not making your hungover might have something in it after all. Wahey! I got through the day and came home to desperately pack before running back out to get the night bus to Edinburgh. I thought it would be a much more amusing story of my horrible night on the bus it turns out with a blankey, pillow, eyemask, earplugs and sleeping tablets these things are remarkably easy to cope with. I fell asleep just out of Victoria and woke up in Morningside. I had travelled up for Grahame's 30th but due to a combination of factors it sort of ended up being just me. Still, it ended up being a lovely day. Maisie is now a REAL PERSON and also a tiny tornado of terror and energy. Good grief, toddlers are difficult. I finally met Alba, who is the opposite of her sister. Much more peaceably, unbelievably happy and adorable to cuddle. Both girls were taken by various grandparents for the night, and we had a night in with terrible films and First Contact and takeaway. Yummy yummy and good times.
The Sunday day time travel was much less fun. Ah well.
And now it is another week and ohgod if I don't get some sleep next weekend I will quite possibly die.
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Date: 2015-08-05 08:43 pm (UTC)Toddlers really do seem difficult. Rob and I Skyped his brother recently, and the five-year-old and three-year-old spent the duration of the call bouncing about being extremely loud, despite it being the end of the day there. I don't envy their parents having to convince them that bedtime means going to sleep.
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Date: 2015-08-07 10:51 am (UTC)Toddlers are amazing. Maisie just didn't stop! It was amazing to see such a fierce little powerhouse with such a great personality but it oh gosh I couldn't do it!
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