Sickest day. No work. Sun. Friends.

Picked GT up and we went on a road trip explore. We went to Arlesford, nothing was open but I did the sickest parallel park so I was happy. Then we went to Alton and went to a few chazzas that were open and had lunch. We were going to drive to Fareham but it was quite far and we had to be back so we stopped and went for a walk. We went up to this manor house and walked round, found a well and took lots of pictures. Headed back as the sun was setting, had a tea stop at GT's before heading to the Cathedral.
Mr Mumford (& Sons Dad) was speaking to all the churches in Winch. It was sick. The worship sounded INsane. It was so packed out and I was sitting between D and Nai and one of us seemed to have the giggles at all points throughout, you can just feel shaking. We were a nightmare. It was great having all the churches together as it meant all my friends were in one place.
Headed to the pub, D and I freaked out at the seating set up so left and went to her house, ate chocolate sticks, chatted to Becky B and Amy, then I headed back to the pub, popped to the 24/7 prayer room on the way home to see the set up, then came home.

Sick day.