Drove back from Whitby last night 1 hour of beautiful Yorkshire moor then 4 hours of motorway ugliness. Huge bang from under car, still have to establish what that was, probably motorway junk, want to get under the car in daylight and see if there's any real damage.
Whitby all in all loads of fun... Just wish Angel had been there. Feel a little better now there aren't so many miles between us , but I get the feeling the next 48 hours are gong to really drag... OK I'm supposed to be writing about Whitby. Emily (my Goddaughter) came second in the fancy dress competition, sorry I missed that Em'. I had been driven from the Spa by the supreme dullness of Monopoly Dice Lost.
Sunday was spent doing a Waltons style dinner (8 of us round one long table) and then a mammoth session of drink and vids, one day I will try and get along to one of the Sunday night events. Drank way too much elderberry wine and left sad lost gofff message on Angel's voice mail.
Monday up way too early then scout round Whitby one last time. See Unx and Bunny P off, get petrol, load car eat and hit the road... Stopping often to call Angel and look at Black Lace novels in service stations (do they ever sell those books in real bookshops?).
So here I am back in West London it's Tuesday and I wish it was Thursday and I was in Brighton.
Still I'm feeling really smug as I have my ticket for November's Whitby and I've booked a house already. Mr organised or what?