☼sooosorry...

I've sort of abandoned my blog over the last month and I'm so sorry. I'm surprised I still have any followers, let alone gained any. Thank you to my shiny new follower Sunnyshadow. I promise to write as often as possible. The only reason I haven't been posting is that I didn't think I had anything worth writing about, but I'll think of things.

So, last weekend I went to Centre Parcs with my two best friends Hollie and Elise. Rob and his best friend Luke also went at the same time so we got to meet up with them quite a lot. When we first arrived, we weren't allowed into the villa until 3pm so we went for a swim in the "Sub-tropical Paradise." To be honest, I don't think that planting a few trees around the pool passes it off to be sub-tropical and what are the first things that come into your head when you hear the word paradise? Warm, secluded, relaxing, immaculately clean? Yeah? Well it was none of those things. I almost got frost bite it was that cold, it was absolutely full to the brim of little screaming kids who every so often felt the need to throw a beach ball at your head and thanks to the "sub-tropical" trees I left the pool with a bikini full of dead leaves. Not to mention the loud Tarzan-esque screaming that announced that the wave machine was about to be turned on, if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, there's no escaping those waves. They're blood-thirsty.

The night before Halloween, Hollie, Elise and I went for a midnight stroll through the park (well I say midnight, it was more like half 7, but we called it a midnight stroll) and as we were laying on this hammock type swing chatting away about how we're all stressed about our upcoming exams, we heard a very loud booming voice in the distance. We decided it must be someone who had one too many glasses of punch at the pre-Halloween party that was going on somewhere in Centre Parcs, and carried on chatting, but the voice kept getting louder and stopped about 20 metres away from us across the park. We tried to see who it was through the darkness and could make out a small group of short looking figures, we decided they were little kids and not goblins, and one tall one. It only turned out to be the under 10's ghost walk. So we sat there listening to these scary stories, about a woman loosing a finger and another one to do with a ring, for free when all the little kids had to pay out of their pocket money. Bless.

I would tell you more about Centre Parcs, but it would take all day so I'm going to tell you about something else. Tomorrow, me and Rob are going for an Indian for our first yearaversary (like anniversary, just not married). Bonfire night, what a lovely night to get together on. Fireworks lighting up the sky, the crackling sound of the bonfire, sticky toffee apples, and the romantic starry night sky. Too bad we got together the day after, and too bad we can't celebrate our yearaversary on the 6th because Rob will be too busy having a party that I'm not invited to. The cheek that boy has is unbelievable. I can't help but love him though. To end this post, please enjoy this picture of me and Roberto making a fool of ourselves (him more than me.) :D

Thank you for reading,

mynameisCAITLIN☼