I got an idea how my Dad must have felt before his heart transplant this morning, getting out of breath just walking to the station!
We spent a lovely weekend in Bristol, staying with Auntie Conny – but also with Nico the grumpy cat, to whom I’m incredibly allergic.
We arrived late Friday night, put two exhausted (but still cheerful) children to bed. I followed suit a couple of hours later, while the Lovely Melanie stayed up chatting with Conny until the wee small hours.
Allergy level = Green (no problems)
Saturday morning was looking glorious, so after breakfast and once the girls had tidied up the back garden we headed off to the local swings for an hour. Millie made friends with a local girl called – I kid you not – Storm, which the Lovely Melanie and I both agreed was a very Bristol name.
Why did it seem so Bristol?
I love Bristol – it feels very welcoming and happening. I like the people there as much as anything else; they seem to have a colour and coolness that makes Bexley feel dull and unimaginative by comparison.
Allergy level = Amber (asthma inhaler needed, some breathlessness)
Then we went into town for Record Store Day, visiting a great record shop called Rise. Unfortunately, I’d gone and bought any CDs I wanted online just the day before, so there wasn’t anything I wanted there (idiot!). However, Millie and Amber bought a Wham! CD and an Abba CD, and I was impressed with the range of stock they had, so it wasn’t a complete waste.
We had some lunch at a place called Boston Tea Party, too, which was delicious and ethical. Well done, Bristol! 🙂
After this we caught the bus home – everyone was exhausted and we all had a nap (except Amber – who, despite falling asleep on the bus, then decided she was no longer tired and that the Lovely Melanie shouldn’t be tired either).
Allergy Level = Red (inhaler being used regularly, breathing becoming difficult)
In the evening my parents had generously agreed to come all the way from Swindon to babysit so that we could all go out for some food and drink (mostly drink). We met up with some friends at a little Indian place and had a light but delicious meal (again, well done, Bristol!). Then, at a packed nearby pub that somehow still managed to be welcoming, we bumped into some more friends and had some more drinks.
We’d promised the babysitters that we wouldn’t be too late, however, so left the pub soon after 11. Boo! 😦
But some friends came back to Conny’s house for more drinks. Yay! 🙂
Allergy level = Red Plus (real difficulty breathing, inhaler having very little effect).
I slept very badly that night because of my allergies – waking up in a panic three times convinced I was suffocating (I wasn’t – not quite).
Sunday, we hit the swings one last time (not easy for me, they’re up a very steep hill!) before getting an almost-traditional brunch at the Banco Lounge and heading for home on the train.
Well done to the girls, who were very tired, but really well behaved throughout the long journey. The Lovely Melanie and I were exhausted, too, and things could have gone very badly, but they didn’t. 🙂
Allergy level = Red (I now have a chesty cough and my inhaler is still of only limited use)