Just to pass the time...

Started this as when I used to get back from work, I was usually so hyped I couldn't sleep for a couple of hours. Now just sort of carried it on for the fun, I try to make it funny, if it isn't please don't hurt me... Anyway, try to enjoy :)

Monday 5 September 2016

A Summer Adventure

So a year's gone by since my sad and sorry realisation that sixth form isn't exactly what I'd expected, and after a tiring, demanding and physically draining year, I was fit and ready for the summer holidays.

Lucky for me, having a boyfriend who has an apartment slap bang in the centre of a seaside town, I was able to spend it with my number one favourite person in a beautiful sunny place.

Six weeks of total freedom. How awesome does that sound?

So naturally there were a number of adventures Alex and I got up to, from days at the beach, where he'd pick me up to throw me in the water only for a wave to wash over his trainers in an act of karma, to day trips to London, waking up at 4 in the morning just to maximise our time there, powered by several cans of Monster and a bag of pick 'n' mix.

My favourite has to be our trip to the boot fair.

Don't ask me why I found that so fascinating, it was just such a nice day. Despite my complaining, waking up early made the day last so much longer, and cycling 8 miles at 7am, despite being hot and sweaty, really gave me a sense of achievement.

I mean, it's about the most exercise I've done in months!

But when we got there, I was amazed at all the things on offer, from microwaves and vacuum cleaners to books and jewellery and electrical devices. Alex's greatest find was a guitar hero kit for the Wii in its original packaging.

Mine was a DS Lite, same as I had as a kid, with an R4 card which meant after downloading ROMS online for free, I could play any game I liked. I found that pretty awesome. It's great, being able to relive my childhood by playing all my favourite games.

I also got a couple of nice dresses, and a really neat green coat.

It was a good day out, and call me sad but it was interesting seeing all these people with things they no longer needed, selling them to people who would find better use.

Another of my favourite days was Alex's work barbecue.

It ended up being less of a barbecue and more of a hog roast, and while we mostly kept ourselves to ourselves rather than socialising, we had a great time.

What we learned is that no matter how good he is at it on the Wii, I slaughter Alex at basketball. He managed to embarrass himself, the 6 foot plus tall guy, pretty well built, getting bested by his 5ft5, dress -wearing girlfriend.

Thankfully, he did redeem himself by battering me to near oblivion on the inflatable "It's a Knockout", whacking me wherever he could: my ear, my eye, my stomach, my legs. Anyway, he won fair and square, his masculinity was restored and his boss got to watch him beat the shit out of his girlfriend with an inflatable cylinder. Everyone wins.

Naturally, living with your s/o isn't all fun and games. There are constantly chores to be negotiated, and we never really got the hang of negotiating. Washing up was something in particular that always resulted in a disagreement. However, cooking quickly became my job, not only because I love doing it, but because Alex's choice of "warm beans, or cold beans" didn't always sound too mouthwatering. Though to his credit, he did once cook me a lovely dinner which I ruined because my train was cancelled and I got home an hour late. I felt pretty bad about that.

Another reason cooking became my thing was because of Alex's ability to forget. He put a pie in the oven, and as the instructions said, he went to leave it for 55 minutes.

After 10 minutes he began to notice a smell. I don't really pick up on smells, which he knows, but he decided to wait it out. Fast forward another ten minutes, pandemonium. The fire alarm is going off, I'm bricking it, and a very much burnt pie was pulled from the oven. After a bit of scraping it was perfectly edible but how the both of us managed to sit there, with the room going blue with smoke, and not bat an eyelid, is something I'll wonder for many years to come.

So all in all, a successful summer. I was able to relax for once, excluding the trauma I was put through to every time Alex got impatient and dashed across a busy road. It was great being able to cuddle up on the sofa and watch movies, and I have lots of memories to cherish.

Sadly, I'm in year 13 now, and probably won't even have the time to think about them.

Help.