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...