Well this weekend we went to Devon.
My Dad brought a place in Kingsbridge back last year and we haven't had the chance to visit it yet - so being half term we thought we'd go. We were supposed to go Thursday but then my interview at uni came up so we had to wait until Friday.
So Friday morning we set off, all hunky dory.
Expecting the journey to take about 4 - 41/2 hours with a couple of stops. We got on the M3 and there was an accident, this held us up for nearly 2 hours. Finally after 6 hours and plenty of whingeing from the poor kids we arrived. I'd checked with my dad 3 times that we had the right keys for the cottage and was joking with Giles about not being able to get in - BIG mistake.
I put the key in the front door and it wouldn't open...! I clambered over a fence and through the shrubs and found the back door - that wouldn't open either. i tried to call my dad but being the country - no signal on my mobile. Luckily I managed to use one of the keys to open the back door. It turns out that they are newly cut keys and they hadn't tried them..GRRR. My front door key opens the door from the inside but not the outside.
Anyway eventually we get in - my dad had assured me that the cottage was child friendly. First thing I noticed, white carpets through the entire place. Antique furniture everywhere and the place was spotless, just like something from Country Homes.
Thomas was a complete nightmare the entire weekend, we took the kids to the seaside on Saturday morning and Tom managed to get drenched. He then spent the rest of the day moaning that he was cold/tired/hungry/thirsty and anything else he could moan about. it took us ages to find somewhere to get some lunch and was £10 for 2 sandwiches and 2 sausage rolls.
The kids woke up about 5 every morning and I was way to paranoid to let them downstairs by themselves, so an early start for us to.
I couldn't even sit them infront of Milkshake cos they don't get channel 5 there - nightmare.
Thomas managed to break an ornament, and I managed to fuse the lights on the last night. So none of the lights at the front of the cottage are working, Oops.
We got straight up Sunday morning tidied up and left to come home. The traffic was easier which was a blessing. We decided to stop in a Little chef for lunch. They brought Giles and mine but the kids didn't arrive anyway a few minutes later I asked and was told that the waitress had forgotten to add the kids lunches to the order! so another 20 minutes till the kids got theirs, by which time they'd eaten so much of ours they weren't hungry. I did get money off the bill though, fortunatley.
Eventually we got home to find that the boiler had packed up! Giles managed to fix it after a few hours, but it was freezing in the house.
I've never been so glad for Monday to arrive, I don't think the kids have either - oh and typically this morning I had to wake them both up at 7.15 .
It was the longest weekend of my life.....
Oh and it cost us £70 in fuel. Shit.
