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Sunday we woke up and drank copious cups of tea and a few croissants and other fine goods. People lazed about. Later on the bride and groom showed up and began to open presents. They appreciated our ice cream maker. Then there was food. Someone broke out leftovers from the previous night, along with the remaining hog. Guests ate three quarters of that delicious pig but we still had a quarter of a pig to work through. We ate and ate and ate. Like locusts. Eventually I packed things up and then it was time for a proper Jenner goodbye. Which takes years. I am sure there are people today who are still saying goodbye from Sunday. As we were getting in the car, Mr. Jenner's Mother presented the children with Cadbury Buttons. I tried to take them from Miss Biscuit which resulted in a tantrum. (I didn't think it was a good idea for her to eat something like that in a moving car, I had the kids somewhat tidy and my children have this knack for getting carsick, so I try and prevent it.) Oh Grandmas and Nanas you are a dangerous lot.
We left about half an hour later than we had anticipated. (note to self, always build in goodbye time into schedule) We made up time on the motorway. We were to meet up with some friends of Mr. Jenner's in the Bristol area. Some pub neither one of us had ever been to so we had to rely on Googlemaps. There were moments when I thought we might be getting lost but after awhile it seemed like we were okay. Though just before we were to take a certain road, Mr. Jenner thought it was a dead-end. (we won't get into all of that because Mr. Jenner and I want to stay cheerfully married to one another but directions can bring out things in people.) I suppose it was a good thing because Senor Onion began to feel unwell and we tried to pullover as quickly as possible before he was sick. We didn't quite make it. Oh holidays with children. Side of a road in some part of Southern England... cleaning up vomit. That is my lot in life. We got him sorted and then turned back around and found the correct road. A road that seemed to become so narrow that one felt like they had to hold their breath. Then it widened and we found the damn pub. It is next to a river with a lock and weir. So the pub is called... the Lock and Weir. As it was closing soon we went to another pub next door and had a meal. Nice conversation and British food. (you know... meat heavy)
After a short walk along the river and a look at canal boats and spotting a Cadbury factory in the distance, it was time to be on our merry way.
We drove on to Newbury to stay at a hotel we stayed at in December. The beds are slightly lumpy but they have tea making facilities with biscuits and wifi. This is the place with the hilarious bathroom that makes it difficult to stand up and pee if you are the sort of person who needs to do that. The sloping ceilings are almost deadly. It is definitely an old building. The full English is reliable.
( we travel to France )
Next:lazing about in Normandy. You know, eating, hanging out, eating some more and doing not too darn much.
We left about half an hour later than we had anticipated. (note to self, always build in goodbye time into schedule) We made up time on the motorway. We were to meet up with some friends of Mr. Jenner's in the Bristol area. Some pub neither one of us had ever been to so we had to rely on Googlemaps. There were moments when I thought we might be getting lost but after awhile it seemed like we were okay. Though just before we were to take a certain road, Mr. Jenner thought it was a dead-end. (we won't get into all of that because Mr. Jenner and I want to stay cheerfully married to one another but directions can bring out things in people.) I suppose it was a good thing because Senor Onion began to feel unwell and we tried to pullover as quickly as possible before he was sick. We didn't quite make it. Oh holidays with children. Side of a road in some part of Southern England... cleaning up vomit. That is my lot in life. We got him sorted and then turned back around and found the correct road. A road that seemed to become so narrow that one felt like they had to hold their breath. Then it widened and we found the damn pub. It is next to a river with a lock and weir. So the pub is called... the Lock and Weir. As it was closing soon we went to another pub next door and had a meal. Nice conversation and British food. (you know... meat heavy)
After a short walk along the river and a look at canal boats and spotting a Cadbury factory in the distance, it was time to be on our merry way.
We drove on to Newbury to stay at a hotel we stayed at in December. The beds are slightly lumpy but they have tea making facilities with biscuits and wifi. This is the place with the hilarious bathroom that makes it difficult to stand up and pee if you are the sort of person who needs to do that. The sloping ceilings are almost deadly. It is definitely an old building. The full English is reliable.
( we travel to France )
Next:lazing about in Normandy. You know, eating, hanging out, eating some more and doing not too darn much.
