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Survived the haunted Pizza Express, I'd forgotten how scared a 12 year old girl can get. The restaurant was in a fantastic old building and had brilliant dated toilets with very old tiles featuring some very sinister fish, D had commented on how the door had opened while he was in the gents but no one came in and when I took Ky to the ladies I drew her attention to the fact the it was very warm by the sinks but the cubicle was freezing. It was a bit of a blustery evening and just on cue a set of patio doors were blown open as we returned to our table. The poor wee girl has never walked so fast back to the hotel or clung to me so tightly. Are we cruel parents for feeding an already over active imagination?
Another fantastic day, a wee bit of York this morning, home on the train and straight up to the kennel. Fantastic welcome home from Coco so thought it only right she feature in my blip.