I know pretty much all my blogs are happy, but i am unoriginal and I'm in a rather happy mood. First and foremost i just discovered today that Guillemots are playing a gig in November at the Empire in boro. I actually couldn't believe my eyes when i read it, i thought it was just one of those nights where they just give away band related stuff and this week it was guillemots. Anyway, I'm proper proper excited, don't wanna get too ahead of myself just in case it sells out before i get chance to get tickets and what not. So i will just conclude this paragraph with the following -
"wooooooooohoooooooooo!!!"
Okay. I had the nicest day on Saturday, did the usual routine of walking the dogs, and going to billingham with my mam and auntie. It was such a gorgeous day though, and i didn't want to waste it, so when i got back i decided to walk to Ropner park. I was sitting in the yard debating weather to go or not, and something inside me just went "fuck it! why am i sitting here trying to think of reasons not to go, get a grip Bianca" And i thought yeah, who would have thunk that there would be such a nice day at this time of the year, i might as well take full advantage of it. And take full advantage i did. I packed a bag with an apple and a drink and i was off. My new house is only a 10 minute walk so it was pretty great.
It was just dead nice, I had a few photo's to throw in at this point, but my phone settings on the computer have decided they hate me so I'll have to put them in later on when i can work out what the fuck has happened.
I sat round the pond/lake, i found the perfect bench it was under this little tree, but there was loads of red sticky berries that had fallen on it, maybe the birds had pecked them down or something i dunno, so i flicked a few off and made a berry-free patch so i could sit down, "this is great" i thought "theres berries everywhere else on the bench, that'll put anyone off sitting next to me". However, i was wrong, cause this man and woman came along with a kid and decided they were getting in on my lovely spot. To be honest though, it was such a nice day and I'd had such a nice walk i wasn't really as infuriated as i would have been normally, i was a little bit annoyed like, but anyway, so i moved across a bit (making sure to avoid any more berries). Luckily i had my earphones on/in so i didn't have to engage in small talk with them, though i got the impression they wouldn't have anyway. I discovered ducks quacking are louder than led zeppelin, and i think i had the sound on about 11 (of out 14 so still quite loud really).
Anyway, they were there for quite a while and i just wanted them to fuck off cause i felt dead uncomfortable, I was eating my apple at the time as well so i thought hmm i wonder how much of the apple i can eat before theres only the horrible hard core bits left. I got this far -
"wooooooooohoooooooooo!!!"
Okay. I had the nicest day on Saturday, did the usual routine of walking the dogs, and going to billingham with my mam and auntie. It was such a gorgeous day though, and i didn't want to waste it, so when i got back i decided to walk to Ropner park. I was sitting in the yard debating weather to go or not, and something inside me just went "fuck it! why am i sitting here trying to think of reasons not to go, get a grip Bianca" And i thought yeah, who would have thunk that there would be such a nice day at this time of the year, i might as well take full advantage of it. And take full advantage i did. I packed a bag with an apple and a drink and i was off. My new house is only a 10 minute walk so it was pretty great.
It was just dead nice, I had a few photo's to throw in at this point, but my phone settings on the computer have decided they hate me so I'll have to put them in later on when i can work out what the fuck has happened.
I sat round the pond/lake, i found the perfect bench it was under this little tree, but there was loads of red sticky berries that had fallen on it, maybe the birds had pecked them down or something i dunno, so i flicked a few off and made a berry-free patch so i could sit down, "this is great" i thought "theres berries everywhere else on the bench, that'll put anyone off sitting next to me". However, i was wrong, cause this man and woman came along with a kid and decided they were getting in on my lovely spot. To be honest though, it was such a nice day and I'd had such a nice walk i wasn't really as infuriated as i would have been normally, i was a little bit annoyed like, but anyway, so i moved across a bit (making sure to avoid any more berries). Luckily i had my earphones on/in so i didn't have to engage in small talk with them, though i got the impression they wouldn't have anyway. I discovered ducks quacking are louder than led zeppelin, and i think i had the sound on about 11 (of out 14 so still quite loud really).
Anyway, they were there for quite a while and i just wanted them to fuck off cause i felt dead uncomfortable, I was eating my apple at the time as well so i thought hmm i wonder how much of the apple i can eat before theres only the horrible hard core bits left. I got this far -
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I decided to just keep nibbling for the duration of their stay. The apple started going brown cause I'd been trying to eat it for so long. At this point i did consider starting to act really weird, like have a conversation with myself or something in the hope it'd drive them away, couldn't bring myself to do it though. I just kept ravaging quickly disappearing apple and making loud sucking noises. They did eventually go away and i was left in peace again.
It was the first time I'd actually appreciated how nice ropner park is. I had a nice view of the massive trees at the other side of the pond/lake, the sun was shining right on them and they looked gorgeous, all orangey green. I seen 2 squirrels. Ropner park squirrels are weird, they're grey but have red cheeks, unless its just one squirrel running around all the park masquerading as many squirrels. I know the grey ones are supposed to be "evil" but they are cute, it cant be helped.
So I'd told my mam I'd be back at half 4 (when my auntie was coming to pick us up to walk the dogs again), and just as i turned the corner into my street, my auntie came driving round the corner at the exact same time, good fortune or what. So we get in the car and she suggests taking the dogs to the beach, so i was like haha ace, can this day get any better?
So we went to seaton beach, (or the north Gare for anyone in the know) When we got there, we seen there were pirates there
It was the first time I'd actually appreciated how nice ropner park is. I had a nice view of the massive trees at the other side of the pond/lake, the sun was shining right on them and they looked gorgeous, all orangey green. I seen 2 squirrels. Ropner park squirrels are weird, they're grey but have red cheeks, unless its just one squirrel running around all the park masquerading as many squirrels. I know the grey ones are supposed to be "evil" but they are cute, it cant be helped.
So I'd told my mam I'd be back at half 4 (when my auntie was coming to pick us up to walk the dogs again), and just as i turned the corner into my street, my auntie came driving round the corner at the exact same time, good fortune or what. So we get in the car and she suggests taking the dogs to the beach, so i was like haha ace, can this day get any better?
So we went to seaton beach, (or the north Gare for anyone in the know) When we got there, we seen there were pirates there
That was quite fun. There was quite a big group of teenagers on the beach so i guess they'd brought it. I think they were probably celebrating "Talk Like A Pirate Day" even though they were a day late, or maybe they thought it was such a good day they extended it to two days, who knows.
The sea was amazingly calm, there were no waves at all, plus the beach was almost deserted as well.
So there was my great Saturday, only it wasn't over yet. That night we had an almost two hour long power cut. It was so much fun, theres just something magical about a power cut, it makes me feel like a kid again. Maybe its just the effect of walking around the house with candles. People were out in the street looking lost and wandering around not knowing what to do, or how long it'd last. I was quite disappointed when the lights came back on, but i was glad it had lasted as long as it did.
I cant really recall what i did on Sunday, apart from have the first Sunday dinner we'd had in ages, it was niiiice. Monday, cant really remember what happened then either apart from a quick mooch around town with Vicky.
Today though i got to indulge in my unexplained love of laundrettes. Me and my mam went to take some blankets and things that were too big for our normal washing machine. It was warm and cosy, and had old 80's style posters up and wooden clad walls. It was like being back in time. Theres something about laundrettes that make me feel just comforted and safe. My mam said that when i was a baby and we lived in Harting road flats, we used to come to this same laundrette, and all the gypsy women would say "come and look at this babby" and coo around me in awe of my masses of thick baby hair. Maybe somewhere in the back of my brain i can remember being in there when i was a baby. I dunno, that's they only vague reason i can think of for having a sort of affinity with the places.
Hmmm oh well. Oh crap i said i would stop saying hmm didn't i. Fuck it. I should stop swearing as much as well really.
My hands are sticky cause iv been eating apple slices while iv been doing this. It was worth it though.
Okay I'm rambling.
Cyaaaaaaa
The sea was amazingly calm, there were no waves at all, plus the beach was almost deserted as well.
So there was my great Saturday, only it wasn't over yet. That night we had an almost two hour long power cut. It was so much fun, theres just something magical about a power cut, it makes me feel like a kid again. Maybe its just the effect of walking around the house with candles. People were out in the street looking lost and wandering around not knowing what to do, or how long it'd last. I was quite disappointed when the lights came back on, but i was glad it had lasted as long as it did.
I cant really recall what i did on Sunday, apart from have the first Sunday dinner we'd had in ages, it was niiiice. Monday, cant really remember what happened then either apart from a quick mooch around town with Vicky.
Today though i got to indulge in my unexplained love of laundrettes. Me and my mam went to take some blankets and things that were too big for our normal washing machine. It was warm and cosy, and had old 80's style posters up and wooden clad walls. It was like being back in time. Theres something about laundrettes that make me feel just comforted and safe. My mam said that when i was a baby and we lived in Harting road flats, we used to come to this same laundrette, and all the gypsy women would say "come and look at this babby" and coo around me in awe of my masses of thick baby hair. Maybe somewhere in the back of my brain i can remember being in there when i was a baby. I dunno, that's they only vague reason i can think of for having a sort of affinity with the places.
Hmmm oh well. Oh crap i said i would stop saying hmm didn't i. Fuck it. I should stop swearing as much as well really.
My hands are sticky cause iv been eating apple slices while iv been doing this. It was worth it though.
Okay I'm rambling.
Cyaaaaaaa
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