The Virgin Blogger no more

Well hello bloggers! I've been stealing sneeky looks at your blog for some time now, but haven't shared (Naughty Sera). As I'm on my hols I thought it was time I sorted myself out and wrote to you all.

Me and the boyfie went on our holidays last Monday (25th July). Boyfie is Matt Ford for those who don't know. We had decided to go on a love camping trip to Devon. I've been told that Devon is a place where the sun shines and the sheep skip in the fields...humph. Didn't see any sheep skipping, and it pissed it down EVERY single day.

So, for starters, me and boyfie decided to cut the journey in half by going to visit his friend Jeff in Swindon. The Saturday before we went, we got all giddy over a TomTom sat nav system, and rebelled against the budget holiday (camping) and went out and brought the little devil.

Both Jeff and his girlfriend were working on Monday, so me and Matt had a lazy morning, and eventually got to Swindon at about 5pm. We needed to burn some time as the other two were still working hard, so we went to the cinema. Scandals prices!! I used to work at a cinema, and still can't get used to paying for my tickets. The old "you pay a lot of money to go to the theatre, and the cinema is the same" crap that my boss used to tell me didn't help my penny pinching urge. However, the film made me chuckle and helpped time fly.

We got to Jeff's house and dumped our things before we went out for some dinner. Went to a nice pub and had a couple of stellas with the meal. Mmmm. Matt Ford also made a little confession. He had munched a bacon sandwich last week after the smell dragged him into Greggs (Matt's a veggie - was a veggie - for thoses who don't know him). He then ordered beef and ale pie at the pub! No going back now Fordie.

Once we were done in the pub we went back to Jeff's for some drinking games. I'm not sure if that was the plan or if it just happened. We had Jenga, a bottle of Kumel (made and tastes of caraway seeds) and Vodka. Mr.Kumel recommended mixing Kumel with Vodka to make a 'Silver Bullet' and that is what we did. We added a couple of new rules to the game and ended up making Jeff hurl at approximely midnight (he said "the Vodka was off") and killed his girlfriend, Mel. I felt fine until I got to bed. Then I realised the room was spinning and I knew I was in for a devil hangover in the morning :-(

I awoke with a nasty headache. When I get evil headache, I rub the bridge of my nose with my thumb and finger. In my drunken stuper and self induced ugh I had rubbed / pinched so hard that I had left a line bruise between my eyes. Nice. I tried to sleep the devil hangover off, but the queezy feeling had started and I was feeling the need to worship. So I got up, and deciding to be polite, went to the downstairs toilet so that no one could hear me pray to the porcelin god. Hurling made my headache worse, so I crawled back into bed, rubbing my nose (adding to the bruise that I would find the next morning when I moved my glasses).

I stayed in bed for as long as possible, and then Matt (who was bright eyed and bushy tailed) told me to "sort myself out, and get up" :-( So feeling very sorry for myself, I got out of bed and managed to have a shower. That made me feel better WHILE I was in it. I then went downstairs and sat on the sofa looking useless. Mel was already downstairs. She had decided to "work from home".

I had tried to be sick lots of times since the first installment but with no success. I'm not a fingers in the throat kind of girl, as it just doesn't seem to work. I prefer to think about it. The thought usually takes me over the edge and does the job, but not this time. After two more failed attempted of going to the down stairs loo while Matt and Mel were in the lounge (I wasn't being polite anymore), I went back on to the sofa to sulk. I even had the pleasure of looking at the empty bottle of Mr.Kummel and shuddering at the smell, and the memories of downing too many 'Silver Bullets'. We chatted about nothing for a bit, and then Mel suggested that I should drink some milk. Well, I was back to form. The thought of the milk made belly one flip over, and I was back in the toilet for one last attempt. And da da... I hurled again. I had the sweats, the hot face, the shaking hands. I was minging.

After sickness two we decided we should leave. I begged Matt to drive as it was officially my turn, and he humored me. I thanked Mel for having us, appoligised for being sick, and asked if she had a bucket I could borrow. Matt overhead and told me to "get a grip!".

And to the car... Well I tried my best. We were in the car for about 2hrs before I needed an emergency stop. I had slept on and off during the whole journery - which was helping - and during my time of conscieness, I had knibbled at an apple. But it wasn't enough. Belly one shouted. I urged Matt to pull over but he said he couldn't. And then it was too late. I was sick through the window of our car as he pulled up along the curb. Classy. I had the sweats again, the hot face again and the shaking hands again. Matt wasn't so amused this time. Like the naughty girl I was, I got out of the car to clean up my mess, and wipe down the car door. I could only hope that the people driving by thought that I was travel sick, and not some harlot binge drinker with a hangover.

And back to the car. I'm happy to say I wasn't sick again. I felt queesy at some points during the journey, but braved two paracetomal and two strawberry, chalky indigestion tables when we stopped off at 'Cheddar Gorge'. The indigeston tablets were a chance. I felt a bit scared and overcome by chalk for a couple of seconds, but I think that these little tables helped me. I was even able to eat some dinner. Left a lot on my plate - which is unusual for me - but on the whole, did okay. Once we had eaten, wondered around 'Cheddar Gorge', bought...cheddar... and scrumpy, we headed back to the car and continued to Devon, Barnstaple.

We arrived at our camp site in daylight and no rain. This was the only time it didn't rain. We managed to put the tent up, get food from Saisbury's (TomTom showed us the way), and have a BBQ. We were warm, and went to bed feeling cosy, looking forward to the many BBQs we would have. But no. We awoke to rain, smacking into our little tent and stayed inside until the rain stopped or our bladders screamed for mercy. We then spent the rest of our holiday doing rainy sight-seeing, a rainy walk, a rainy bike-ride, and navigating to 'Good Quaility Pubs'. TomTom and the pubs saved our holiday from being gloomy, and despite the rain, we didn't get soaking wet and the tent stayed dry. Hurray!