Two weeks off

Well well well... I can barely remember how to type after all that luscious time off! Two weeks is a long time and definitely enough to forget how to delete a white hue to a different linear light source. (Ask Jonny Herbert!)... So Christmas was good, relaxing and indulgent. TV was off and games were played. After that Boxing day came and went in a haze of charades, white wine and friendly sheep, then it was on to Colin and Emma's wedding. December 27th is a crazy time of year to get married, but for the self-appointed 'Crayzee Col' it was a walk around the barns. Sausages and mash was the order of the day, which seemed to work out well as the girls could manage only two of the three which meant the boys got four sausages. At that time of year, any less would be a diet! ... The following day, we left Welwyn Garden Toytown and headed back to Northampton for some surrogate motherly love. By the time the 31st came around we were so relaxed, I felt like someone had hooked me onto a cheese drip and had been wheeling me around the home for a few days. This all changed with the drive up to Newcastle where we had to fend for ourselves, on our own in a car on the M1... With our navigational skills!? After a diversion around Darlington, we found the Angel of the North where we stayed, along with the other token hetties for a couple of days with the friendly gays and their pug puppy. We ate drank and were merry until we drove the long road back home to toast our toes in front of the open fire once more!... Lovely!... Back to work today though, May starts her new job in town I just hope she wasn't too upset when I dropped her off at the school gates!