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I've lived in this flat seven months, and on a good day it still makes my heart leap when I turn the corner at the top of the road and see the sea right there, at the bottom of the street. And as much as I enjoyed my last batch of housesharing (or two-thirds of it, at any rate), I still love coming home to find just Gareth, or an empty flat and peace and quiet and freedom, like today.
Everyone (including me) is always telling me how horrendous my commute is, so it's probably worth remembering what I come home to :-)
So, stuff has happened, let's see:
Mike an Becky, the two-thirds I miss living with, FINALLY had a house party at their new place. There was lots of booze, and lots of people, and sweets and bubbles.
I had a great time: got horrendously drunk; made a twat of myself in lots of ways I can't remember, and one I painfully can; made new friends, caught up with people, discovered someone I ksort-of know has a livejournal in a way that hasn't happened in at least 4 years (hello!), and generally had a good time. More parties please!
The weekend before (I think? The bank holiday weekend anyway), G and I drove to France, and then Belgium, and then France.
Even though it was a bank holiday we avoided the traffic jams and the ferry blockades, because we are awesome like that. I think we were both a bit nervous about driving so far/ abroad etc, but it was fine.
Gareth took the UK leg of the trip, and once on the ferry we discovered the club lounge and lounged about on sofas drinking champagne and feeling like we were properly on holiday.
Gareth then got to see me drive in France and Belgium, which I think was a bit of an eye-opener as he's only seen me driving in the UK, panicking about roundabouts, but once I got on the French motorway those years of thrashing the polo down the outside lane all came flooding back, and I had a lot of fun driving very quickly and overtaking people in stupid cars *grin*
We got to my parents' place late afternoon and were only in Belgium overnight briefly before heading down to Champagne the next day, to stock up on champagne for t'wedding.
Champagne is amazing*. I have fallen a little bit in love.
Vineyards as far as the eye can see, and glasses of champagne given to you every time you stop at a chanpagne house - and those are every other building.
Apart from getting pretty pissed on champagne tastings, we also managed to fit in a tour of some cellars, a bit of French scenery-gazing, oh, and having probably the best meal of my life at the hotel restaurant. I thought it was going to be a typical hotel restaurant, but instead it turned out to be the full-on French dining experience, complete with 6 courses, amuse-bouche, sorbet, avant-dessert, coffee and petit fours. And the best wine I've ever tasted, which even more shockingly was a white, as most of us were having the fish menu (I have deliberatly not started describing the food because I would start to go into raving ecstasies about scallops and someone would have to sedate me...)
We drove back to the UK with a boot full of cases of champagne, so was very glad the trip back was as smooth as the trip over!
Since then it's pretty much been work, gym, pub, socialising: the usual, really. I am starting to feel much more sociable, so opefully that side of things will increase. That said, I'm off to curl up with a book - alone and happy.
*the place, not the drink. Although I am also in love with the drink.
Everyone (including me) is always telling me how horrendous my commute is, so it's probably worth remembering what I come home to :-)
So, stuff has happened, let's see:
Mike an Becky, the two-thirds I miss living with, FINALLY had a house party at their new place. There was lots of booze, and lots of people, and sweets and bubbles.
I had a great time: got horrendously drunk; made a twat of myself in lots of ways I can't remember, and one I painfully can; made new friends, caught up with people, discovered someone I ksort-of know has a livejournal in a way that hasn't happened in at least 4 years (hello!), and generally had a good time. More parties please!
The weekend before (I think? The bank holiday weekend anyway), G and I drove to France, and then Belgium, and then France.
Even though it was a bank holiday we avoided the traffic jams and the ferry blockades, because we are awesome like that. I think we were both a bit nervous about driving so far/ abroad etc, but it was fine.
Gareth took the UK leg of the trip, and once on the ferry we discovered the club lounge and lounged about on sofas drinking champagne and feeling like we were properly on holiday.
Gareth then got to see me drive in France and Belgium, which I think was a bit of an eye-opener as he's only seen me driving in the UK, panicking about roundabouts, but once I got on the French motorway those years of thrashing the polo down the outside lane all came flooding back, and I had a lot of fun driving very quickly and overtaking people in stupid cars *grin*
We got to my parents' place late afternoon and were only in Belgium overnight briefly before heading down to Champagne the next day, to stock up on champagne for t'wedding.
Champagne is amazing*. I have fallen a little bit in love.
Vineyards as far as the eye can see, and glasses of champagne given to you every time you stop at a chanpagne house - and those are every other building.
Apart from getting pretty pissed on champagne tastings, we also managed to fit in a tour of some cellars, a bit of French scenery-gazing, oh, and having probably the best meal of my life at the hotel restaurant. I thought it was going to be a typical hotel restaurant, but instead it turned out to be the full-on French dining experience, complete with 6 courses, amuse-bouche, sorbet, avant-dessert, coffee and petit fours. And the best wine I've ever tasted, which even more shockingly was a white, as most of us were having the fish menu (I have deliberatly not started describing the food because I would start to go into raving ecstasies about scallops and someone would have to sedate me...)
We drove back to the UK with a boot full of cases of champagne, so was very glad the trip back was as smooth as the trip over!
Since then it's pretty much been work, gym, pub, socialising: the usual, really. I am starting to feel much more sociable, so opefully that side of things will increase. That said, I'm off to curl up with a book - alone and happy.
*the place, not the drink. Although I am also in love with the drink.