Back from holiday!

It was great fun.

I got to use my camcorder. I have a cracking bit in the video where my wee cousin dances like Michael Jackson. Hilarious.

It was my wee cousins birthday on the Tuesday. He was three. He's very cute and rather excited by his presents, particularly the sand table. And the crazy golf.

We went to Port Logan on the Thursday. It was flaming freezing! At a beach in the cold...

That night we went for the delayed meal in celebration of Stewart's three years of living. It was lovely. The only real problem was that my gran decided she wasn't coming. She went into a huff when she tried to give Jacob and Stewart a row and my aunt sighed. She'd already given them a row.

My gran has dementia.

It's not nice.

We went to the pub three nights that week. The first night we were down "Ballieston Billy" kept on buying me drinks, even though I was fed up with it and didn't want any more alcohol. Aunty Hazel ended up drinking it for me. Even she, not in the mood for dark rum that night, ended up pouring hers into my grandpa's glass.

On the Friday night, I tried my first cocktail: Fat Frogs. They were really nice. But I was glad I was not as drunk as Jon (my aunt's fianceé). It was quite funny. Especially when, the next night in the pub, he asked me the same question.

That Saturday, there was music provided by Jim and Meryle, who were local farmers who sang. It was OK, but I didn't know most of the songs. Even more so with the fact that they were slow songs. Dancing couples.

I tried the Crazy Vimtos that night. Not as good as the Fat Frogs.

I think I have drunk more alcohol in that week than in a month of going to uni!

Joanne came down on the Tuesday. She seemed to be in a wee world of her own. And she was slower than me at getting ready. And that is saying something! I've always been the slowest.

Rachel said that when Joanne came in muddy and was told to get changed, she stood on her bed to get her suitcase out - with her muddy shoes on...

Learned something new about members of my family too. Such as how my mum got my gran and grandpa to marry. (My grandpa is not my biological grandpa - he's a step-grandpa. And my Aunty Hazel is a half-aunt, etc.) She popped up behind the couch while they were watching TV one day and asked him if he was going to marry my gran cause everyone else had a daddy in her class. Aww... sweet!

Then I found out that my Uncle Martin became distant from our family cause he didn't like my dad. Very stupid of him.

Also found out that Mairaed was a right little madam. (Right enough, I kinda already knew this.) When Kirsty had her electronic baby home, Mairaed pushed back the head to "break its neck" deliberately cause she knew it would be recorded. And at that time poor Kirsty had no form to fill in to tell the teachers why this had happened.

She sounds really vicious, doesn't she. Right little bossy boots, an' all.

I seem to get bossed about by younger folk a lot... and older folk, for that matter...

It's raining

... and I hate it.

I don't mind it when it rains during the day, right enough. It's just the fact it rains during the night and the water comes through the very, very small hole in the roof and dripping onto my bed. Creating wet patches.

Saturday night, I got woken up by the dripping. So deciding to be clever about this I went to get some kitchen roll. You see, I've already used kitchen roll to save myself from nights on the too small for anyone couch, and it's worked quite well, considering it's not actually stuck on the bit of wood. (There's a hole where dad found the drip and put his hand through it. It was rather damp and the ceiling came away. It was originally found to be above Rachel's top bunk. Which is strange. She's been getting really annoying lately ever since watching a whole load of Red Dwarf, so I've christened her Lister. She even cracks her knuckles. Particularly in the middle of the night. So there was Lister on the top and Rimmer on the bottom. Now we've changed the beds so there's no bunks and I am directly under the damn drip.)

Actually, I blame everyone who talked about Red Dwarf so much from the Writers and who wore damn Ace Rimmer t-shirts for turning Rachel into an annoying... grr!

Anyways, the drip had kind of stopped but then it started up again in a slightly different place.

Smart little me decided to stick the kitchen roll up with cellotape. It worked for a few seconds till it fell down. And it was totally soaked, so I binned that bit and went and got some more, waking up Lister - sorry, Rachel - in the process.

This didn't last long; it got soaked through. So I just got a basin and tried to sleep on my bed with a basin next to me.

Of course the noise managed to keep me awake. *Drip - drip - drip.*

Finally the rain, and thus the dripping, stopped and I could take the basin off my bed and go back to tossing and turning.

As the birds started their early morning sing-song...

Things Have Been Happening away from the world of Red Dwarf!

We did the rest of the Clyde Walkway from the Garrion Bridge to Hamilton.

It was rather fun; I got to watch Rachel and dad fighting with each other, while I got left alone! Result! (By fighting, I mean carrying on.)

We had to pass through a field at one point which contained cows, calves - and bulls. Rachel was terrified - she kept on jumping a mile whenever a cow mooed. She wouldn't let us speak either, incase the noise made the cows charge at us! It was quite funny!

We went to lunch at Frankie and Benny's. I had those gigantic meatballs again! I managed to eat it all this time.

Going back a bit, me and my wee sister tried to go see Year One in Glasgow on Thursday, but had to give it a pass cause it was going to take forever till the next showing.

I was also invited twice to go to Burger Thursday, whcih I thought wouldn't be happening since we're on holiday. Although I was still in Glasgow at this point, I couldn't be assed, to cut a long story short. Also, I thought it would be kinda harsh to leave my sister in the middle of Glasgow, saying, "I'm away to the pub, bye!" and leaving her to find her own way to Glasgow Central.

That's about it. The rest of my days has been spent watching Red Dwarf and the extras of Red Dwarf. Now I'm away to watch the rest of "Blue".