I am thoroughly enjoying my week off so far. My only concern is that it seems to be galloping by far too quickly for my liking. I’m trying very hard not to think of the fact that I have no holiday time booked between the end of this week and when mother-in-law gets married in September. Fourteen weeks between now and then. Scary! I do have a couple of things to look forward to though, so it’s not all doom and gloom.
Yesterday, M and I headed in to Exeter. My car needed its MOT test and a major service, so we dropped the car off and walked into the city. It was a pleasant day, and we stopped off at the cathedral green to work out our plan of attack.
The plan was to wander about, window shopping until lunchtime. We headed into our usual haunts, with me half heartedly looking for a nice dress for mother-in-law’s wedding (no success). Lunchtime came, and we made our way to Yo! Sushi. I have wanted to try sushi for a long time, and have said to M about eating at a Yo! Sushi when we’ve been in Cribbs Causway in Bristol. He’s never been too keen, but somehow his arm was twisted this time. It was a great experience – lean principles in action. I had no plan of what to eat, and just picked anything I liked the look of. It was great! I didn’t have lots of fish, as I am not the biggest fish fan, but I enjoyed the bits of fish I did have. Safe to say, I am a Yo! Sushi convert. I’m not sure I’d chose that over Wagamama, but it could be a tough call.
This year, the Royal Albert Memorial Museum reopened, after a long period of refurbishment. I hadn’t been in since my final year in sixth form, when we were studying William Blake in English Literature, and conveniently there was an exhibition for Songs of Innocence and of Experience. That would have been [groan] 11 years ago.
As children, Mum used to take my sister and I there on a regular(ish) basis. There were things that I was keen to make sure were still there, like Gerald the Giraffe, and the Egyptian mummy. They were there!
Sadly, news came in whilst M and I were wandering around, that I was likely to have to sell a kidney to pay for my car’s repairs. Oh well, it’s only money – you only life once (thank goodness – it would be too expensive to do so multiple times!)! After a really enjoyable day out, M and I settled down to watch the latest series of True Blood (my love, next to Spartacus).
Today rolled around too quickly. My sister, Mum and I were going to spend the day together, but Mum had overexerted herself yesterday (they had gone out for a bike ride for the first time this year) and stayed at home. My sister, P, picked me up, and off we headed to Dartmoor. P is a
slave driver great support in my battle with the bulge and beat me encouraged me up two sizeable hills.
I jest, it wasn’t that bad, and I did actually mutter that the masochistic side of me thought it would be great to walk up this hill. Me and my big mouth…
Now, I didn’t truly appreciate how steep that hill was (the picture doesn’t do it justice!), and had to take several rest breaks on the way up, but the view from the peak was amazing.
What was also very nice was the Dartmoor foals. Everything seems late this year (maybe due to the weather), and the foals don’t seem to be an exception, though these guys aren’t brand new.
In our attempts to get a little bit closer to the ponies, we ended up in blanket bog, and I sunk my foot quite deep into one puddle. Thankfully, P did the same (
misery wet feet love company).
I really enjoyed my day out today, even if I am now so windswept…
… that I am dreading brushing my hair later. I feel it will be a conditioner and comb in the shower jobbie.