
The 11th of February has put me in a place I never thought I'd be two years ago, 6 months ago, 2 weeks ago or even yesterday... still in the grey confides of my bedroom in Crawley. Alas, I am still here and awaiting a winter placement (if one ever shows up).


My phone call that is my ticket to slopes, snowboarding, and scenery still hasn't come through. So me and my Dad went to watch some football together. Fair to say he was more excited about the game than I was (Psst, we won 5-0) but I was just happy for the social. And helping Dad to not fall in the road after a couple of 7.5% ciders ;)
After getting home on Saturday night I realised it was my first birthday since my 18th (6 years ago!) that I've spent in the UK so needed to change that so convinced Mama to book a last minute day off work and come on a 3 day break to Amsterdam with me, leaving home at 6am the next day.

So that we did, packed our overnight bags, booked a Botel (it's a hotel on a converted boat, geddit??) and attempted to catch our flight...only to realise I'd actually booked it for November 2019. Well it's always been on my bucketlist to show up at the airport and book the next flight...







