Weddings and car crashes

Ok, me and Rhys got back from the wedding on Friday, the driving wasn’t to bad (very long.) On the way there and back we ended up stopping at the same services as me and mother picked up Abna from a few years ago, Felix grandfather.

When we got there we went out for dinner with everyone else who was staying for the wedding. We don’t often go out for meals, and even then it’s normally chips in a pub if we do. I had a potato and broccoli cream bake which was really good. It was really odd staying in a hotel, almost all the things that I do to pass time are outside, and if they’re not outside then it’s things that need an outside first to make them happen. I really would be a completely different person if I’d been bought up in a house with a smaller garden, or even worst in a house, in a town with no garden. It amazes me that loads of people not only live like that but seem to be happy with it.

The wedding was the next day but not until 3pm. A few days before we left I had been offered a male goat in Kent (I need a new male goat as I want to put my last years kid in kid this year but not to her dad), it was all very odd, not in a bad way just that I would never drive to Kent to see a male goat who I might not like or might not be suitable when I get there but because I was going to be an hours drive away any way, and I never go anywhere, I could go and see him. Like it was meant to happen. Me and Rhys killed some time going into town to find a library to get a route finder to the goat and then looked round a few charity shops.

The wedding was nice and so was the reception, it had looked like it was going to pour with rain at any minute all morning but it brighten-up and turned into a really nice afternoon. The reception was in a big old-ish looking building that was mostly covered by vines of some sort right by a steam railway. The vegetarian main course was a sort of puff-pastry with chopped tomatoes and courgette and onion with basically tinned tomato soup as a sauce, I’m going to try making my own version.

The next morning everyboby who was staying went out for breakfast in some sort of chain ‘pub’, it was horrible, the whole place smelt of weeks old spilt drinks and it was dark amd would have been full of smoke if it wasn’t for the smoking ban. The greengrocers next door was good though, it had loads of fruit I didn’t even know how you’d eat let alone what it was called.

Saturday I was working at a ‘play festival’ for the museum, I took a load of the handling collection for children to look at and play with. It poured with rain all day, but still over 600 children came.

Rhys and a friend had a gig in the evening which I was meant to take them too but I had a car crash on the way there. No one was hurt luckly but both cars have had to be towed. The other car was on the wrong side of the road passing some parked cars on a little bit of a bend and when I saw it and breaked the car just aquaplaned into the other.

I’ve spent the whole of today feeling stressed, sorry for myself and not getting much done. Mother says it’s stock.