The cattery called and Milly and Chester are fine. Picky eating (like at home) but just fine :)
Day 5: Next Verse, Same As The Last - Sept 29
This is a lovely way to wake-up and enjoy my coffee! Still have creamers left too!
Today we just messed about in Southport doing shopping. There's all sorts of charity shops (I swear they are all in Southport) and I love all the kitschy shops around town. But we nearly walk our legs off and this is all really cool because I feel better. Maybe the iron pills are working? :D YAY!
They are still not done with my damn iPhone unlocking. It will have to be picked up on Monday. $#%@ I'm about to lose my temper.
But we have a lovely dinner and then off to bed!
Day 6: Off to Grandmother's (and Grandfather's house) we go! - Sept 30
First off I have to say: don't plan shit on Sunday in England. It will ALL GO WRONG!!
It rained most of the day but we still had plans to head off after Hubby's grandad got back from church. I should have nixed it then but we gather our things at set off.
Still a lovely view with the rain!
It gets there and something about the smell turns my stomach. Hubby added to my sadness by trying it out and telling me how delicious it was too. I wanted to cry. Something about the methotrexate just changed my tastebuds. Some foods taste great, some turn my stomach (including some green teas) I'm destroyed.
So now that I'm about to toss my cookies (translation: vomit), we headed into Liverpool and... wait. What the fuck do you mean the Wirral line is closed? Is it actually closed like it was when we arrived (it wasn't! it was just the station that we needed to change at) or was it completely not running?
Not running and buses are replacing train service. Well, considering Grandad's house is only a short cab ride outside of City Centre, we decide to take the train as far as we can and then grab a cab.
And it was lovely seeing them. Nan was sick so I couldn't chance hugging her but we had a lovely chat. After a while, we didn't want to wear them out so we took off and when Nan got up to see us off, Hubby handed her the cane he uses for his knee and it was almost as tall as her and I'm not exaggerating!
They are the most adorable couple ever. We say our good-byes and catch a taxi. And OMG, this is where we almost die!
Again, not exaggerating!
Going back to City Centre in the rain, we are almost run off the road by a crazy guy when going through a toll booth. Considering we had been waiting in line and he could have gone through the toll lane he was blocking, he had no reason to roll down his window and start shouting at our driver.
Are we supposed to pay extra for the LOLs?
Day 7: OMG NOOO! - Oct 1
Hubby is officially sickie.
Whoa. Back up here. How the hell did I not get sick with my depressed immune system but my hubby did? What the fuck? (Maybe Airborne works... I dunno)
I put him back to bed and he had better be all better by tomorrow (hopefully) but I share a taxi with my MIL into Southport and I'm off to walk around because I feel good. (I'm enjoying this while I can and oh it feels amazing!)
Heaven on a plate? I think so! :)
But Hubby is better so I'm happy :) and I'm also happy I'm not sickie either.
So off to bed, and night night ickle Rosie!
I'm going to eat your face off while you sleep.
Because I'm a fat cat and I'm that hungry!
Day 8: No door! I'm going out of my mind! Oct 2
Oh! We have pictures of our babies in my e-mail this morning! Oh how I love them and miss them.
He loves the camera!
Mum is not here so I'm not getting out of bed!
We don't get to walk around much at home in Orlando so we're just wandering about town grabbing little items as souvenirs and food. Yum! We get candy for Kele's brood.
And for fuck's sake, can you please make some more tea mugs that have something Liverpool on them? Residents don't want them but foreigners who need something to bring home to mad frothing family members who are brilliantly excited that you've gone to Liverpool want to hold a coffee mug from the illustrious city.
That is all *puts away soapbox* you may carry on.
Also the whole time we've been here, we've had a lovely bathroom to shower in but no door to our bedroom. I didn't mind we had Hubby's old double bed (sorta romantic actually.. *giggle*) but privacy would be lovely.
By now, we're sort of on edge. Not even lupus or my husband's wonky knee has killed our sex life but no door is such a damn cock-blocker, I'm losing my mind! I can't even concentrate on my writing, even though the iron is helping.
Oh yeah, we did shit today but fuck me if I can remember it. I think we visited the ocean?
If we shack up here for the night,
does it mean we're paying for sex?