A father is someone who carries pictures in his wallet where his money used to be

I'm very excited this cold Saturday afternoon. Dad's coming down tonight. This is the longest I have ever gone without seeing him (last saw him September before my birthday), and it has been really difficult. But I'm so excited to see him. We have lots of things planned, including a shopping trip, lunch, dinner, and maybe a cinema trip. So by the end of this I will be very poor and tired, but I couldn't care less. :)

So the last few weeks have been a bit mental. It was Daniel's birthday, so we went out to the Rajpoot (the indian in St Ives) and for a few drinks afterwards. The Indian by us lets you bring your own alcohol, so me and Hannah picked up a few bottles of Pink Fizz - only the best of course - and we walked into the restaurant and sat down. Behind us were our classy boyfriends carrying basically a crate full of cider. The waiters face was a picture. Anyway, after lots of food and drink, and a fall down the stairs later, I was nursing a very sore head (and back) the next day!

 

So being Halloween weekend, naturally we went out the following night too. There was a Masked Ball at The Lizard, massive treck but definately worth it. Although the next morning when I got home, my bed has never ever looked more appealing to me. We saw an AMAZING band whilst there, called The Other Tribe. Our friends were really into them and in all honesty I hadn't a clue who they were. But as soon as they started playing a certain song it clicked who they were and I absolutely loved them. If you haven't checked them out before, seriously do. Amazing.

 

 

 

 

And tonight I am going to Penzance Meadery, to pig out on lots of food, drink some mead and have a catch up with a friend that I haven't seen for a few months. I like my life at the moment. Its good.