Chesty

On Friday my tour manager and i piled ourselves and some orange chocolate, kindly donated by Susy, into a hired van and bombed our way up to Essex to retrieve a chest of draws that has been sat in the barns at an ancient aunts house waiting to be lovingly housed by a member of her family.

Said loving member arrived after spending two hours driving her first ever white van (picture unavailable, sorry A_P).

We dinned on slightly burnt pizza and heard tales of relatives behaving in all sorts of ways explained only by the vast amount of alcohol consumed by my family on a day to day level.

After talking about plans for Christmas, tennis and my cousins published(!) Dungeons and Dragons story, we made our way, chest in tow, back to the coast.
After spending an hour and a half in the car and 50 minutes crawling along the Dartford Bridge, we decided that a pit stop was needed and found ourselves in shopping hell/heaven Bluewater.

It was here that i realised i had not yet taken a picture of the new chest.

After a brief wonder around JL (the food hall is the stuff dreams are made of) and the distraction of a life i only live in my imagination, my tour manager, my new chest of draws and I returned home.

It sits, slightly awkwardly, in the living room, acting as a jumping/hiding/climbing/hanging off of post for the new baby cat, waiting to be transported upstairs once the new windows have been finished.... but that's a whole other story.

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Part One

Hello....
I find myself here with not much to say, this isn't usually the case!
But always needing somewhere to start from, this is a better place than many.

...I'll be back in a bit with something else, in the mean time here is my new cat. yip.

I used to have a cat that said hello when she meowed, this one just sounds like a baby dinosaur.

Meow meow meow

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