Mum and Felix came to visit this weekend, which was really good fun. We went to Alnwick – I’ve been meaning to go for ages, and it’s definitely worth another visit… maybe when it’s a bit warmer!
We went around the gardens for a bit, after sneakily blagging our way in free by Felix getting his photo taken by someone from The Journal, proudly holding a lantern he made… all very interesting and modern and creative – it’s not often a garden like that even vaguely interests me, even with my NT membership! Except maybe if it contains picnic baskets…
They’re off to Dubai in the New Year, to be with my Dad who moved out there a week or two ago… that’s just how a recession effects industries linked to construction, unfortunately, so he’s had to go where the work is. It was good to see them for probably the last time before Dom graduates next summer, and I think they had good fun too.
We went to Barter Books, a great big second hand bookshop/Aladdin’s cave/British Library in the old (massively oversized) railway station. It’s the kind of place that you could spend a week in, as well as a month’s salary, quite easily. Jen’s quite jealous, so we’ll have to go back sometime… I was sorely tempted by lots of old OS maps they had, but restrained myself.
Felix has become ridiculously good at the Diabolo since I last saw him (when he was struggling to even catch it from a flick in the air – not that I can do that either!) He’s made up couple of very intricate tricks of his own… it seems like a much better playground fad than Pogs ever were!
So, here ends my last weekend off before Christmas… almost. Tis St. Andrews Day today, and even though it’s not quite Burns’ Night, Jennie and I will be celebrating with Haggis, Neaps and Tatties, and maybe some Scotch “gravy” too 
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Only if she finishes her essay though *cracks whip*
Hope you’re all well and have good weeks.
