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This was a random stream very lovely.

All in all – Lake District 10 out of 10

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They were hungry little things

A few weeks later and they got big, really Quick.

And still very Hungry.

And this is them the last time I got to see them before they went off to their new homes. They are so much fun to be around and I’m going to miss them.

If I could I would keep them all.

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>Last week I was lucky enough to escape the UK for a few days, and headed with my other half, LOG, to the eternal city of Rome. Now my favourite place in the world!

We managed to fit seeing everything in, St Peters, the Sistine Chapel, The Pantheon, Villa Borghese, the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, the Colosseum, several other fountains and piazzas, the Forum and not forgetting the garden of the Vestal Virgins!

Without thinking about my fear of heights, we decided to go to the top of St Peters, unbeknownst to me, it would involve a claustrophobic, spiral staircase (spiral stairs are also another of my daft fears!), however the view from the top was well worth the incredibly slow climb!

Me on the Spanish Steps – yes in a dress!

Me in the Pantheon doorway

Me in the Vatican Museum garden. Those people weren’t really taking pictures of me – although it looks like it!

My favourite place we visited had to be the Pantheon. It looks plain and like a giant stone building from the outside, but when you step through the (absolutely giant) doorway, it’s a huge perfectly circular marble and stone chapel! The ceiling was rather spectacular too!

The Sistine Chapel was breath taking. It has to be the most incredible things I’ve ever seen. It’s a good job that you’re not allowed to take pictures of it (although some of the Americans didn’t seem to realise the picture of a camera with a cross over it meant ‘no photos’ and the rules applied to them too, and they had to be shouted at by the guards) as no camera could ever do it justice and produce a picture of it as beautiful as it really is.

Rome is definitely one of the most beautiful and amazing cities on earth. Not only for the sights, but also for the food, the wine and the relaxed atmosphere. Not that we go to do much relaxing with all the places I wanted to visit! (LOG’s face dropped a bit when I presented him with a list in response to his question “so what things did you want to visit?”) One thing I will say – make sure you have really comfy shoes. The streets are cobbled and flip flops just hurt after a while!

>This weekend I took part in a hen night for my lovely friend Lisa – and a big thanks to the other Lisa for organising it. We took a limo to Norwich – I confess, I’m not a limo fan at all – but then it turned up and was not just your average Lincoln towncar, but a Range Rover! By this point the champagne cockatils were flowing anyway so to be honest I wouldn’t have cared if it was a seicento.

So, to explain the rubber duck thing……… the boys of our social circle have a little game that involves a golf ball and drinking (!). One golf ball is available and if it is put into your drink while you’re holding it, you have to drink your drink in one. Yes, in one. If however your drink is on the table the person who did the dunking has to drink their own drink in one.

Now, this is clearly a game built for men. However some bright spark decided we should do it, but with a rubber duck. And the rules changed vastly – if the duck was in your drink, that was it – down the neck it went. I believe I was ‘ducked’ about 7 times and most of those were cocktails. At times the duck would be in your drink before it was even delivered to you. And then the nasty people behind the bar stole him! After much arguing (read: Rachel shouting at the barmaid) he was returned.

Now – children – this sort of drinking is not big and not clever. The duck game should not be repeated. I vaguely recall getting home in the limo (covering myself and the leather interior in Corona somehow) but little else. A big thanks to the other half for putting up with the state that I was in yesterday! There would be pictures, but they are that repulsive I care not to show them.

Thanks to all the girls for a cracking weekend – the stag do is on Friday and coincidentally I’ll be at the same place for a different occasion, so methinks a few golf balls will be coming with me to cause chaos…………

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