May I just add that I shouldn’t be writing this post now; there’s a couple of valid reasons for this and I’m going to fill ya’ll in:
1. My tea is cooking downstairs and I can hear the bacon sizzle
That’s most definitely the highlight of living with your parents, you don’t need to cook every meal (just burgers really) and you only pay toward the food (brilliant!)
2.I have an exam in a week that I have to remember 13 page long proofs for
My brain however doesn’t have a chance at with-holding that much information for a three hour exam; so that’s rather a large problem.
3.I’m using my
procrastination ability to do two things at once skills to browse ASOS at the same time as writing this post
Which is a fete to be proud of, but not when you consider point numero deux (that is number two isnt it?)
The pictures were taken about ten days ago when the other half and myself went to Hickory’s Smokehouse (the Chester branch) and feasted on meat. I had BBQ pulled pork, he had a giant steak, I then ate over two thirds of the sharing pudding-when there’s a personal fire to roast your own marshmallows and a vat of chocolate big enough for a hamster to have a bath in you can’t leave it can you?- and we enjoyed a range of drinks, from passionfruit and peach iced tea (my favourite) to a weird can of fruity beer, even beer and caramel, that’s what’s under the squirty cream (not that you’d ever imagine that would go well).
If you’re ever in the surrounding area I whole heartedly recommend you visit. It’s an experience finding the toilet, and you will want to eat all the mac’n’cheese, and theres a chance you’ll need rolling back up the hill into town. Heck it’s worth it. So SO worth it.
I wanted to find more recent pictures then I realised that my only view has been maths notes, evening meals and the Eurovision results show; and none of these really call to be photographed/ ‘grammed do they?
Man it’s a hard life when nothing you do is photo worthy.
Four weeks and it’s all over though! I best get memorising those proofs…