So we are back in the Country for a little while which was a relief. So with the passports packed away it was time to meet up with the cousins again.
But before all of this could happen we had to get Tim the needle we could get in Spain. It took us ALL day to find somewhere that would take him, then, it took ages to actually find the place. We got lost a lot looking for the place, and it was the first time in my life google maps let me down and showed us the wrong directions!
Anyway, we got there and I was rather nervous to tell you the truth, what was I going to have to do to restrain Tim? I couldn't sit on him because he would just throw me off, and I could bash im in the head until he was uncontious because I think i'd probably be arrested. Just as we walked through the doors and I was thinking furiously of what to use to barricade the front doors, Tim walk straight past me into the doctors room and left me standing there. 10 mins later he was out again with one of those little round bandaids on this arm.
I was so gobbsmacked I had to sit down for a second to recover. What had gotten into my Boyfriend? We were out of there in 20 mins and back on the train to London.
We went to Neil and Ali's apartment again as we were getting a lift from them down to our other cousins place for the weekend in Bristol. We hopped in Ali's mini coop ( best day of my life!!) and drove down there.
We arrived quite late, but it didn't stop our other cousin's Bruce and Leanna making us a fantastic dinner and drinking more alcohol - man these brit's no how to drink!
We looked over the city from their apartment and it was magical at night. We crashed pretty late, but it didn't stop the boys putting on their alarms for the morning footy!