Feb 05, 2007 21:41
The weekend was really good. I went back to Felixstowe to see the parents. Had a straight-forward journey back on Friday without the traditional hiccups and arrived tired but pleased to see Mum and Dad. On Saturday we went out for a walk at Iken cliffs, calling in to the Little Chef on the way which was really exciting because I haven't been there since I was a kid! Had a lovely veggie breakfast and a delicious afters of chocolate chip cookies, chocolate and vanilla ice-cream, cream and chocolate sauce. Outrageous. We saw a seal swimming in the bay at Iken which was incredible because you just don't get animals like seals there, fuck knows how it ended up there. Sunday was just as nice, wandering through the fields at Flatford, enjoying the cool, crisp air and chatting about this and that. I love how my parents like the peace and quiet of the countryside and live simply. They don't have any mad desire to consume and be a big deal, they just like lifes basics and the odd treat. My Mum seemed a bit tired and stressed which probably comes from having to give so much time and energy to my Nana now who is basically like a child in an old person's body. It's incredibly draining for Mum and my Dad doesn't make things any easier. I don't think he means to make things hard, but he does. I loved seeing him too, we get on a lot better than we used to. A few issues still hang in the air with him, and one in particular that really needs dealing with but is going to be a massive deal... but I don't want to go into that for now. I felt sad and guilty leaving them, but got a lot out of seeing them and felt lucky to have them as my parents. The journey back went quicker then the schedule I was given said and was glad to get back to mine and be joined shortly after by Thom. We chatted in bed for an hour or so and then fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted from our weekend's apart in different cities... It's good to know I have him to come back to. The one I trust, the one I love.
Also saw Laura and Elly Saturday night and had a couple of pints in the Black Horse. I miss those guys and we had a good laugh. I enjoyed being back in the Black Horse, my old alternative pub haunt, and spotted a few old faces I've not seen about in a while. I was struck with the thought that those people have probably been sitting there every Saturday night since I moved away years ago. How sad is that? I suppose they could have actually been away and done just as much as I have in the last few years, but my suspicions tell me they've lived in Ipswich all that time and sat in that pub every single weekend. What a damn shame.
Work wasn't as horrendous as Monday's usually prove it to be. And now, after a night wasted on the internet, I await Thom's arrival.