girlofprey

I've literally just realised that a sundae is basically the American equivalent of a knickbocker glory. And frankly Americans, I think we win on the name front.

Another plan that went south was that I did put a full four batteries into my secondary camera with the idea of maybe taking some pictures and posting them on here to liven things up. Only to realise I don't have a paid account and therefore, as far as I know, I can't post pictures. It's ironic, given that most popular social media sites are now just about posting pictures. But I'm not going to open an Instagram account just to post pictures of my cat. EVEN THOUGH SHE IS AMAZING.

Another funny thing: look at this tweet. I see so many things now I read Buzzfeed. Don't put your phone down near a fox. That's another one.

I'm back from Devon. It turned out we had a holiday bungalow on top of possibly the highest hill in Paignton, but we did have some lovely views of the sea. When the other bungalows on the street weren't in the way. We learned some interesting new definitions of the words 'mile' when we tried to walk into town, or seemingly anywhere in Paignton, and 'medium' in various food shops on the way down and when we were there (note: don't order a medium anything in Costa Coffee unless you really like coffee/tea/whatever). It was slightly gruelling looking after a five year old for a week, especially a five year old who doesn't really have bedtimes, mealtimes, or apparently any understanding of when is the proper time to listen to adults warning you about things or how to follow the rules of any game. But he is lovely quite a lot of the time, and chances are if we hadn't been on holiday with a child I wouldn't have got to go to the zoo, see a puppet show, go to the circus, or go on a carousel. So it was quite good in many ways.

On Wednesday we went on a boat ride, and I properly had to restrain myself so as not to start singing I'm On A Boat. BUT I THOUGHT IT. Also, over the week I sampled the culinary delights of chocolate and cherry ice cream (which from what I have heard, might be quite a regular and boring thing in America, but in England is almost unheard of), battered chips, and Turkish Delight ice cream. AND PEOPLE. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. THOSE THINGS ARE AMAZING. Oh, and I saw a plum tree! For the first time, quite randomly. When we were making one of our early, slightly ridiculous attempts to climb the hill back up to our bungalow. That was quite lovely. Oh, and we accidentally turned up on the first day in Paignton in the middle of a VW camper van and beetle show, which was quite lovely. That was part of some festival that finished the Sunday after we got there, sadly, but then the week after in the same place on the seafront they had a Children's Festival for a week. Which is probably why the circus was there for that week, and which was why when we got out of the circus on Thursday afternoon, there was a tent there for a company that did Positive Experiences with Animals, which involved a man letting a boa constrictor loose on the field for a bit, until she got slow because she was cold and had to be put back into her nice warm tank, me and my nephew getting to hold a tarantula, which is something I've been wanting to do for a bit (because I'm a bit scared of little spiders, but not really of big ones assuming they aren't deadly poisonous, and I wanted to see if that would actually be the case if I was properly anywhere near one, and I pretty much was, he was quite lovely), and getting to stroke a meerkat. All of which was pretty great.

So my holiday was quite good, if a bit difficult and a bit wet at times. And now I am back! Hurrah.