Everything Everywhere

I woke up shattered again - what gives? Am I doing a load of manual work in my sleep of which I am completely unaware?

The weather wasn’t as bad as anticipated, so we headed out to a local boot sale, but were disappointed at the goods on offer - proper end of boot sale season crud. From there we headed to the Antiques Centre in Lancaster, which was also underwhelming.

In dire need of snacks and fun, we bought some provisions for an impromptu car picnic and then headed to Morecambe for a walk along the prom, a go on the playground and then to gamble away a vast fortune (about £4) on the 2p machines in the arcade. An ice cream from Brucciani’s may have snuck in somewhere along the way too.

The real big news of the day was the return of The Eldest from her travels to Holland and France. She was mobbed by her younger siblings upon her entrance, which was really lovely to see. Naturally, being a hard-faced Englishman of noble bearing and incapable of emotion*, I merely inclined my head slightly and gave her a firm handshake when the moment allowed**. We all caught up over a curry which had been percolating in the slow cooker all afternoon. 

It was so nice to The Eldest so happy, but even nicer to see and hear the sound of her giggling uncontrollably as we watched one of the most funniest and surreal fight sequences ever in the complete bug-nuts insanely brilliant film; Everything Everywhere All At Once. 

Fantastic end to the day.***


*this is a lie.

**lie also.

***not a lie.