2 whole weeks of work is absolutely amazing, but the repurcussions are crazee. It has taken me a full week to get kinda caught up. I am just lucky we aren't that busy right now.
Brenton on Sea was unbelievable. So relaxed, and lots of fun. Just wifeberry, spud and me. Spud definately took its tole on wifeberry, she was exhausted. Each day would be eating, sleeping, touring, eating, sleeping, eating and then off to bed...
I did some fishing off the rocks, but only succeeded in catching 3 Dassies (black tails) and a sunburn on my hand. Really cool tho, now want to try my hand at fly-fishing.
On the last w/e of hols, we went to a wedding at Simon's Restaurant which is really beautiful, but the restaurant is fukkin awful. The service is completely shite, the food is crap and hardly what you'd expect. Just disgusting really. I am glad I wasn't footing the bill. The only thing Simon's is good for is Fish 'n Chips for R50 and a pint of lager on a Sunday afternoon. So much potential, but due to complete incompetence on behalf of management and staff, it is crap!
Spud is now 13 weeks and 5 days. We have past the scary milestones and wifeberry is out of the first trimester and into the second. Now if the damn nausea would go away, things would be so much better. Had the feotal assessment scan, which was abolutely fine. Quite an amazing thing to see and hear. Little bugger is hellofa active and pretty big, which is to be expected. I reckon if its a girl, its a ramp model, and if its a boy then a loose forward!
Anyway, will get back to posting regularly, and will step up the humour!
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