I’ve been working pretty hard of late (not like coal miner or teacher or nurse hard, but pretty hard by my standards) so I gave myself a few days off this week. I’m not a great one for holidays. I like them and all, I just never seem to have one (unless, like Lynsey always says, you include the non-stop holiday that is my life…). That’s one of the problems of working for yourself – it’s much harder to book a few days off because there always seems to be things to do. Work is like water, it flows out and fills up every available inch of space. Not that I’m complaining! But it is sometimes nice just to say “right, that’s it, I’m having a couple of days to myself and I’m not going to do any work or check emails or anything”. So that’s what I did!
Not that I did anything immensely exciting. Although some of the highlights were:
A weekend of Kung Fu seminars that Jamie and I took, which were so much fun. We learned how to do Kung Fu board breaking, which was awesome (except when I tried to punch a watermelon and slipped off and punched the floor – there is a video of that which I’ll try and post here one day) and joint locks, which was cool, and even how to defend ourselves from a knife attack using nothing more than a newspaper (which was fantastic, except when I tried to break a board with my newspaper and hit it with my hand instead, the same hand – I really need to work on my aim)! There was also a school BBQ which the four of us went to. It was great to meet the other students – because we have private lessons we only really see them in passing. Everybody is so lovely, it’s like one great big family!
Lots of trips to the beach. We popped out to Waxham after the Kung Fu seminars. It’s just the most gorgeous beach ever – miles of golden sand and warm (well, warm for England) water. The sun was blazing and we went swimming (with the seals) and played catch with the American football. So much fun! A few days later the weather was still great so we decided to go to the beach again. Lyns didn’t want to go back to Waxham and I did, but in the end we went to Sea Palling (with Mum and Christopher and Matthew too) which is just down the coast and equally lovely. However, we’d only been there an hour or so before police flooded the beach and started telling us to evacuate. I thought it was a terrorist attack – in Sea Palling!!! We grabbed our stuff and vacated, only to see a bomb disposal van. It turned out that an old WWII shell had been uncovered on the beach and we all could have been blown to smithereens! It was a pain, but it was worth it for the fact that Lyns learned I am always right and should be obeyed at all times We drove to Yarmouth instead and sat on the beach there for a while.
That hole would have been impressive if Jamie and Lucy dug it, but it was there when we got there! Jamie’s er, new assets, however, were our doing
I think this was actually taken at Wells a couple of weeks ago, but it’s pretty cool!
Apart from that, and lots of Battlestar Galactica (the new series is soooooooooo good, I’ll blog about it elsewhere), the week just involved hanging out with friends and having fun. I even bought a new bench for my garden and had a BBQ to celebrate:
Anyway, I’d better go get my stuff ready for Edinburgh!