A Weekend At Home. My Proper Home.

As mentioned in my last post, I spent the UK Bank Holiday weekend up North at home doing usual family stuff.

Family stuff that included watching the brother play rugby, watching the sister drink a ridiculous amount of gin, walking the dogs, arguing, running in the hills (for exercise, not just because northerners frolic in the hills or something) and watching Dad do the Northern River Rat Race, because why not.

We packed a shit tonne of activities into the few days which made it feel like it went on forever. I was knackered by the time I got on my train back to London on the Sunday.

And also a little mad. Who knew that Virgin East Coast trains now only give free alcohol to first class passengers on weekdays?! You have to pay for it on weekends. With actual money. And you can't just sit there and wait for the trolley, ya actually gotta get up and go to the food & drinks carriage. Nah, thanks.

The only reason I ever used to justify the extra £££'s for a first class ticket was the free booze! Shan't be doing that again. My Sunday travels back to London will forever be ruined. Sob.

Anyway, weekend. 

It was the first time I'd been home in a while and although the building work that's currently being done to the house is causing an endless collection of dust, noise and coldness to creep about the entire building, it was nice to be home and sleep in my own bed for once. 

I forget my mattress is made up of tiny unicorn filled dreams and magic. It is a delight, I promise thee.

I took my camera along to almost everything we got up to and snapped constantly as usual. Amazingly it didn't venture to the pub with me though.

Because who wants pulled pork, gin and beer spilling on a new camera? Not I.

A recipe for the simple protein bite/bars pictured is coming soon, promise.

In the meantime, here's my recipe for chocolate energy balls - a little more complex, but still bloody easy.

Joely made absolutely sure that Dad made it to the warm up on time.

He was thrilled.

And then once it all started we went to explore.

And to see if we could spot Dad.

A tiny little yellow speck waving.

Dirty windows are obviously a winner.

I got a manicure during the weekend too, so obv I had to walk around like this for a day to get my money's worth.

I never really feel fully at home down in London unless I'm with the boyfriend.

Maybe because at the minute I don't have my own place and all my things are boxed up and in a spare room at his house.

But even when I do have a place of my own, it never beats going back up North. I try to go every month or so because I think that leaves enough time for the family to start forgetting how annoying I am and actually start missing me again.

It usually does the trick.

Hannah xx

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