Day 4, 34 days till you return, 21 days till Christmas

So, I've heard from you, and from what you say, you're having a fabulous time, I feel I am greatly missing out and would love to be there! I love the fact you've done so much already, and the hitching with the rastas sounds mighty, please remember to be careful though.

My advent calendar said a little treat for you it was a nice little treat, I had a chocolate tree today!

Anyway, It's Saturday, the snow has nearly all gone but the temperatures are still abnormally cold. I started the day meeting Adam for coffee, his car got nicked and crashed last night which isn't particularly great, we had a chat and a coffee and then I continued with my day! I went to the farm to do my washing whilst Mam an Dor got their usual Saturday morning garden centre fix. Mums yet to decorate the house in her usual festive overload but we took the first steps by going to collect tree, a simple task you may think, but no, because of course they both want the same tree and all the trees are different so as usual, a simple task was greatly complicated. We did however choose a splendid tree, I'm hoping it will be up and decorated soon!

This is the twins at the tree shop.

I had lunch at Mams, a draining task, Dad and Matt were taking each others temperature with a cow thermometer, the twins were talking nonsense and Rob, in a severely hungover state was dipping wotsits into coffee and flinging them around the room, possibly with the intention of making Mum yelp, it was working!

I then had to go and sort myself out for the evenings festivities, I got my nails manicured by some rather grumpy Asians who spoke little English, this was proving to be a problem for the middle aged lady next to me who was trying to explain she was in pain, the language barrier stopped anything from happening and the lad continued to grind away at her nails. Mine however turned out nice, though as usual, were chipped by the time I went out!

I went to Clares to get ready, we drank some pimms before heading out on our hired minibus, which turned out to be an age concern van, luckily it didn't have its suspected aroma of lavender and wee and we made it in one piece to the hotel for the Newport Young Farmers dinner and dance. We drank several jagerbombs ad wines and danced a bit, Rob was there in his posh boy suit.

The dance finished at midnight, some of the lads from Bucks young farmers said they were going out in MK and asked if I wanted to go with them, it didn't take much persuading and I soon found myself on a minibus, filled with some strange Reggae Christmas music, with 7 blokes dressed in dinner suits. We ended up at Oceana, enjoyed a bit of Peter Andre, Take That, etc etc. It was immense, I was suitably drunk and the others were a state!

I've decided it would be good to get a taxi home to mine, but on arrival, realised I had no keys. I staggered around the garden, found the spare keys, and relieved my poor poor feet of the heels I couldn't walk in in the first place!

I hope your adventures are continuing greatly.

Adios Amigo x