These are the main things comprise any family holiday and today i have witnessed two of them. More on that later...
Today is the second day of our returns to my Uncle Greg's house and are enjoying the warmest part of the holiday so far. The last few days at Wendy's (my aunts place) is a drunken blur.
There were 9 of us in total residing in the house, four of my family (including yours truly), three of my aunts family and two extra friends of theirs. I blame these two and in particular Steve for my consuming for at least one bottle of wine a night. Not bad stuff though, all the 'good shit' as it were. Being as good as it was it didn't help, i like my wine. On the day of time of arrival Steve and Mark(my uncle) were already pissed. This made socialising piss easy as they talked...
Make that all three requirements being met for a Whitehead family holiday. Yes in real time (or as close to it as possible for you lot as this wont appear till ages later when i feel like typing and that stuff)
Anyway so yeah Steve as it turns out was once one of Britons punks. (screw what people call punks now, this is the real HARDCORE STUFF...well more than this lot can ever hope to achieve) Owning clothes owned by Vivian Westwood and hung around with 'Adam and the Ants' even meeting the 'sex pistols'! Guy was legend.
Sufficed to say we got drunk every night and ended up inviting some English neighbours around as well. I think its fairly easy to understand why i don't have any pictures of them me or the house.
To be honest I'm glad to be back in Greg's house so my liver, brain and body can recover although not every ones 'body' is safe here. yes, finally i will elaborate on today's title.
As i said at the start, today's weather has been amazing. We have been to a market (next paragraph) and shops. Upon our return my dad decided to try the sit down lawn mower. This went well until my uncle decided to find out if the belt driving the blades was working while they were still spinning. Then deciding to lean down on the mower to support himself, pushing the blades towards his hand. looking at the mower he appears to have leaned in the warning sticker telling you not to put your hand under there. He has been rushed off to hospital right now to see if he can keep his finger tips. From him alone we gain the blood and sweat required. Tears was received a short while ago from my sister who was rather upset that nobody liked her choice in TV programs and wished her to change or remove it. This lead to argument hissy fit, my mother removing the remote control from her possession and Naomi leaving crying.
WTFBBQ you must be asking yourself, but it makes perfect sense when you realise it was the tryouts for 'grease' for the second time today and 'Americas next top model'. Neither shows in anyway make our lives better but make others allot worse.
Silence now reigns supreme in this house, broken only by a ticking clock making its passage and my pen pinning it to a page.
Back to earlier, the market in Brieve was amazing. What id call a 'real' market with local farmers selling their produce with veggies and such. To top it all off there was a massive animals section with baby ducks and all ages of chickens, guinea pigs and rabbits or as i affectionately called them Dinner. yup, your view of pet is these peoples view of dinner. to be more accurate a french dinner. Was incredibly tempted to buy a baby duck for three euro, what a wonderful pet.
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doesn't dinner look cute
Well i must help with my dinner now. Unfortunately I'm only eating beef burgers. maybe next time ehy?
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