...and so it begins.

Lucy. Female. 23. Friends, film, music, experience, conversation, clothes. The rest is history. This is my blog. I use it more so as a diary, a place to record, document, share, moan and marvel but most importantly, it allows me to say what I want. And if you're interested in what I have to say, then that's fabulous :-)

I just had a well good week#’;LKJHYGTDEWQ

As of 12pm on Saturday April 9th, I walked out of those automatic doors at work for the last time for a rather splendid 8 days off. And what a fantastic 8 days they were.

As usual when I’ve worked a 6am-12pm shift on a Saturday morning, I pretty much had to go home and dive into bed. I’d been to watch Peter Kay (who was ace) at the NIA the night before and was pretty exhausted. I had my usual Saturday afternoon sleep, then I put on my lovely new dress and headed out for Emily’s birthday meal. It was a red dress I’ve bought from Topshop the week previous, I went to watch Swan Lake at the Royal Opera House in London and simply had to stop by the flagship store. On a side note, Swan Lake was literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I loved every minute of it. Best £5 I’ve ever spent!

Anyway, about 18 of us headed to the Thai Tham, pretty much the only restaurant in Nuneaton I’d never been to. I sat near James, Sonj, Dan, Jayde and Westie and between us we had a good laugh! Food was lovely and so was the company. However, my nap hadn’t quite had the refreshing effect I had desired, and I didn’t make it to the pub after. Instead I headed home and into bed, ready for Sunday.

What I should probably mention is that last weekend we had a mini heatwave, and I was dying to do something in the sun. My friend Elliot text me on Sunday morning, and after some to-ing and fro-ing we got a convoy to Bradgate Park on the go. I drove me, Adam, Aimée and Mr Smith-Jones, whilst Elliot drove Mr Mitchell, Luke and Jack. It was good to give my new car a good old spin (which by the way, is my most favourite thing in the world ever). We all met at Asda, bought BBQ crap and got on our way.

Upon entering Bradgate Park, it was difficult to miss the ‘Strictly no BBQ’s’ signs. Hmmm. However, ignorance is bliss, and we headed to the arse-end of nowhere side of the park and conducted said BBQ behind a tree, against a wall.