Pear Cake.

Into work early today to finish off my report. Got it as finished as I could with only a couple of holes for the client to fill. I also managed to go to a really good presentation given by an external company which specialise in helping employees get the best out of their appraisals. In complete contrast to the lady who spoke to us yesterday on stress in the workplace, today’s lecturer was really interesting and engaging.

After lunch, I headed off to the station to catch a train down to York to see Mum and Dad for the weekend. As per usual, I ended up sitting across the aisle from a bunch of middle-aged ladies who were off to Newcastle for a girly weekend. As soon as they broke out the Prosecco and vodka, I knew I was in for a long journey. The closer we got to the border, the louder and more aggressive they got (apparently I had a face which suggested exactly what I thought of them. My face is too expressive). They’d found a friend in an equally drunk man and his friends, so they were seat-hopping and singing at the top of their voices with a group of lads half their age. I hope they feel like they’re dying tomorrow – I think they will.

Thankfully I was sitting opposite a lovely Norwegian lady who I got chatting with; she was very friendly and we had a good natter about everything from me getting engaged in Rosendal (she thought it was hilarious – I suppose it’s the equivalent of a foreign person telling us that they went on holiday and got engaged in Grimsby… A place not exactly magical to those who live there, but is exotic and beautiful to someone from another country. Actually, I’m not sure Grimsby could ever be classed as exotic or foreign – I was born there, I should know – but I digress). When we pulled into York, Dad was waiting to drive me home. I love the drive back home, getting excited about seeing all the things that remind me of Yorkshire.

Mum had cooked a lovely dinner for when I got in and the wine was open, which is the most important thing. After tea, we pottered through to the living room and had a catch-up before I retired to my lovely comfy bed in my old bedroom, which Mum had decorated beautifully for my arrival.