On Saturday we finally visited my parents. I say finally because apparently they had plans to see me on my birthday, but I was off galavanting in another part of the country, and so they didn't get the chance. What a terrible daughter I can be sometimes.
We headed down in the afternoon (around 3, I always go there around 3) after Luke had had a haircut and I had spent half an hour mooching around Waterstones, enjoying the books and the smell of the books mingled with the smell of the in-house Costa coffee. Mmmm.
Anyway, whilst there we drank a lot of tea, ate some really good mexican food prepared by Mama, and watched Hachi - the saddest dog film in the world - whilst covered in 6 dogs that took it upon themselves to lounge over us on the sofa. Immediately after the film, Badger (the biggest dog pictured) started freaking out and yelping, which terrified the lot of us after the film we had just seen. Turns out she had a dead leg, and was walking about as though nothing had happened within moments. Typical.
For my birthday they bought me the Gary Barlow biography as a joke (I hate Gary Barlow), a big bottle of Daisy eau so fresh that my Mum agonised over in the shop, a cup with cats on it and various other little bits and pieces. I was very pleased. I spent most of the day taking instax photos, much to the delight of my stepdad, who thought it was hilarious when I kept wasting film by choosing the wrong settings.
I love going home sometimes, there really is no place like it.