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Hello from The Island!

Hello my lovely friends! How are you all? If you haven’t already guessed – I’m in Ibiza!  Well I’m actually not there yet, I’m scheduling this post in case I get too tired and fall asleep without blogging tomorrow… But by the time you’re reading this I’ll be in Ibiza!

Unfortunately, I didn’t win the euromillions on Friday night so after 11 nights I will need to go back to Northern Ireland again. But enough of that, I’ve only just arrived and I plan on making the most of this holiday. So instead of boring you with why I want to stay, shall we have a look back at the last 7 days?

Sunday, Rachel returned from Romania and woke us all up around 4:30am when she arrived in with her McDonald’s cheeseburger and fries which she proceeded to eat in front of us, offering us a bite while we were still waking up. No thanks. To mark her return, and the final of Wimbledon, Granny H came up for dinner and a good night. We were fed and watered before settling down to watch TV – Dad watching the football, Mum and I watching Les Misérables. Could there have been a more perfect way to end the week? Oh! And I almost forgot, I actually managed to take part in the Teacup Club’s Twitter chat on Sunday! 

Monday, I did a bit of revision before going on a shopping spree in Boots for some last minute holiday purchases. Would you like to see a haul post from it? Monday was quite quiet. I can’t really remember it all that well to be honest! Can’t have been anything important.

Tuesday marked the 12th of July, something of a public holiday here in Northern Ireland. To celebrate the Battle of the Boyne, there are parades and marches and the like and so we made our way down to watch them for half an hour or so. We got a good walk though, and it was a lovely warm morning. Considering I have something against loud noises (always have, always will. Couldn’t even have windows open while someone was cutting the grass) half an hour was long enough for me to cope with the Lambeg drums and loud music. Rachel’s boyfriend and his mum came around for an all afternoon barbeque, even though the rain was pouring down, and it was actually a good day. 

On Wednesday we took a road trip up to the north coast, Portrush and Port Ballintrae, for a different afternoon. It turned out to be a glorious day, and we finished it by having dinner in the Ramore Wine Bar. 

Thursday was spent revising, cleaning, and packing. Rachel was at her boyfriend’s, and I ended up having an argument with Mum so sat in my room the majority of the night.

Friday I saw Granny B and said goodbye to her before the holiday. The rest of the day was taken up with making her a list of instructions for while she’s cat-and-dog-sitting, teaching Mum how to download podcasts, painting nails and collecting our travel money. 

Saturday, holiday spirit began to take over. The kitchen was cleaned, Rachel went to her first “day” of work (it was only 3 hours and she complained after that she was exhausted – come back to me when you’ve worked 3:30-11:30pm one night and been back in 6:30am-3:30pm the next morning). The afternoon was spent at Granny H’s house before she took us out for dinner at a little restaurant on the Lisburn Road. It was lovely but boy does she talk… I swear she didn’t shut up for longer than 30 seconds in the 6 and a half hours we were with her. We went home and I curled up in bed to watch The Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. Love it.
And that brings you up to date! I’ll probably blog about our travels while we’re away so keep an eye out for my posts!
Hope the upcoming week is good to you all!
Ktkinnes xx

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A busy day!

Good evening fellow bloggers! A warm welcome to darlydarly and Amy Wong, both of whom started to follow me this morning.

Tonight is a little different to this time last year. This time last year I was drinking in the garden with my mum, celebrating the night before the holiday. I then proceeded to watch 3 hours of Orange is the New Black instead of sleeping before the flight. Somehow I have the feeling that’s how I will be spending the next few nights but I shall swap OITNB for 24 as I hope to have finished season 6 before we go. Apparently the family have placed bets on what my first drink will be when we get to the hotel.

Last year, I made it my goal to try every cocktail on the menu however this lasted 3 nights before I discovered the mojito. This was no ordinary mojito, it was a “special mojito” – one of the waiters actually called it that. Turned out the waiter I went out with a few times was the cocktail chef (is that what you call them?) and so my mojitos slowly became more and more alcoholic. This not only made them better and better but I loved the mint and lime mixed together. However I doubt at 10:30am I shall be ordering alcohol. 
Tomorrow marks my granny’s 84th birthday so we are taking her for lunch to a restaurant in Lisburn city centre called Angelo’s, I’ll place a review here tomorrow! 84 is a marvellous age to reach in my opinion, even with the population living longer. My aunt’s father-in-law celebrated his 99th birthday on 30th June, 99 years old!! Not long now until he gets a birthday card from the Queen! I find age such a strange thing to celebrate. Why celebrate the day you were forced out of a warm, safe environment and into the world here? Silly I know but occasionally I think about it like that. 
To round off, I’m going back in a loop to the holiday and all the last minute shopping required for it. I am working every day this week until we fly out so have been panic packing the last few mornings. Driving into the centre, paying the car parking fees and wrestling against the bustling crowd, I have hunted high and low for my remaining shopping items. Okay, let’s be serious, Lisburn isn’t exactly busy and there aren’t that many shops. However, when you’re trying to pack for a holiday and find yourself in Boots for the 5th day in a row, you begin to dislike anyone who happens to be in your way. Today was an example of this. Boots seems to have become my home from home, I’m in every day to get something I forgot the day before. Checking things off my list, I gradually made my way to the counter to find only one till was open and the queue was to the middle of the shop. Now, working in a shop myself, I felt sorry for the poor woman sitting at the till, watching as more and more people get gradually more and more impatient with her. Unfortunately, I found myself getting increasingly impatient as the woman in front of me hmmed and hahed about whether or not she wanted to go back for the 3rd item in her 3 for 2 offer, and I didn’t hide it overly well. Eventually I got out of the shop, swearing I wasn’t going anywhere near it again until after the holidays only to realise I’d forgotten to buy Veet. “Stuff it,” I mumbled to my dad, who had kindly driven me in due to the lack of car. We proceeded to the bank where we then queued for another 20 minutes for me to simply tell them there might be a possibility of me using my card abroad (unlikely due to the lack of funds but ah well) and after was a quick dash to the beauticians for an eyebrow wax. 
So all in all, it was a productive day! What did you get up to? How was the hottest day of the year with you? Speak soon!
Ktkinnes xx