I may or may not have gone a little AWOL over the past couple of weeks, but I think I’m ready to blog again.
Sad news on this end – on the 11th December, 2015 at 23:07, my Dad took his last shaky breath in his bed at home. Turns out when the tumour in your throat has had enough and really feels like wreaking havoc there’s not an awful lot you can do to stop it. He was 52; cancer is and always will be a complete arse.
To make up for the complete lack of Christmassy content that the blogisphere is currently brimming with, here’s my little contribution. On Saturday I actually managed to leave not only the house but also the country – I hopped on a train to Cardiff to see Polly and explore the Cardiff Christmas market.
It really didn’t disappoint! I’m so used to Christmas markets being too much of a hustle and bustle to properly get stuck into (Birmingham, I’m looking at you. Broad Street is barely wide enough to fit the usual flurry of people) but Cardiff’s markets felt friendly, warm – despite the rain – and full of really interesting nick-nacky bits and bobs. This weekend marked the end of the market, but if you can get yourself over to the capital next year it’d be worth your while.
I came away with only two things from the markets themselves – some lovely looking elderflower wine that I will be cracking into for Wednesday night’s festivities, and a hot pork, stuffing and apple baguette. £5.20, but a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do.
Once we’d marketed ourselves out (we’d tried some leek and white wine cheese, and struck up a deal with the loose tea man and his wonderfully festive teas) we headed to the shops. My most dignified moment of the whole outing came in Lush – picture me, eyes wide and hands absolutely covered in Lush’s The Comforter shower cream while an eager sales assistant told us that she was feeling really tired because she’d stayed up til 3am wondering what it would be like if her dog could send texts. Barmy. But apparently good at her job, because I bought the bloody shower cream and it smells fantastic. Just like Vimto.
— Emma (@emmarobynk) December 19, 2015
After a quick trip to Polly’s flat for a camomile tea and more of a chat, she dropped me back at the station and I was on my way home. When I wasn’t nearly falling asleep in my seat I got most of the way through Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson, which I’m really enjoying and will most likely tell you all about as soon as I’m done with it.
All in all, a very Christmassy kinda day! A big thank you to Polly for giving me a fun ‘escape’ day (and also paying for parking).
Until next time,