*ignores everyone else's pointless days*
I was woken up at 6 a.m. this morning. I mean, I fell asleep at 1 a.m., which makes a wonderful five hours' sleep - compared to some, I know this is a luxury. But I've slept just 10-ish hours in the last two days, and I have another early morning tomorrow, though it is self-impossed. I digress.
Today was a family day out. Rather than Julian and his family having the drive 3 hours down to Norfolk, we decided, in a feat of eco-unfriendly mass transport, that we would all drive up to Lichfield in Staffordshire. We were carpooling, though, so I guess that makes it better.
I got there, nibbled on heavily-salted cashews until lunch, which I eat. Then everyone mucks about with kiddies toys like boomball (I think it's called - with the plastic bats that go 'doing' when you hit the ball) and spinning plates - neither of which I mastered. My co-ordination sucks rhino horns. This was followed by me and mum trying out the small pool table at Julian's house. We both realised we were the bullock's bollocks, but I got bored in half the time she did. *chuffed*
Then the three-hour drive back to Norwich, which was decorated with music and reading. Reading was the one good thing I did today. I'm back into reading books - can you believe that? Next thing you know, I'll be regaining my artistic ability. Now I'm home trying to organise a trip to the cinema with Nathan, but he's too tired, and he's going to Ireland and going clothes shopping with Dee, and a hundred and one other excuses.
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