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“Taser him!”: my 3 weeks up North

Sadly, my Open University 5-month holiday has come to an end. But I was really lucky to be able to spend the last three weeks of it up north with Kieran and his family. Since I found out last year that I’d been matched with a dog from Seeing Dogs, I knew that I probably wouldn’t be visiting them up north for a while. I knew training would take near to a month and then I’d be settling into a new partnership. A lot of Guide Dog owners had warned me that the first six months of the partnership would be crucial bonding time and time spent getting used to being a team, so flying might not be the best idea. Of course, things with Seeing Dogs panned out a lot differently to how I expected them to and so I haven’t been to see Kieran since January. I’m very lucky that Kieran is lovely and whilst I trained with and got used to having Zena, he travelled down to see me. The eventual aim was always to take her up north so that I could visit Kieran and introduce her to new surroundings. But we never got that far and since she left in June, I’ve been busy trying to sort out all other aspects of my life. But at long last a visit to Blyth arrived and again, I had a very lovely time.

This visit was a bit different than the last three in that all other members of the household except me were employed and going out to work during the week. That meant that Lesley had to trust me to stay in her house and not wreck the place. This also meant that I needed to find something to entertain myself with during their working hours. Luckily and coincidentally, both my new open uni module websites opened on the fourteenth of September, two days after I flew up to stay. Having the websites open when they did meant I managed to get a really good head start on my modules. The courses didn’t actually start until 7 October but all work material was available to start studying from since the fourteenth of September. Although of course I went up north to spend that time with Kieran, having nothing else to do during the days really was beneficial for my studies. It means that now, in the first and actually introductory week to the modules, I’m five weeks ahead and starting an assignment for one and preparing to start note taking for the other. I couldn’t have hoped for a better start to the academic year.

On Tuesday 12 September, after double-checking that I’d packed everything I’d need for a three-week holiday into my huge rucksack, I grabbed my Trekker Breeze and headed for the bus-stop. Dad was still working in Wolston and so I needed to meet him at the end of his work day so that we could quickly pick Mum up from work and then head for the airport. At the airport, Mum took me inside and to the check-in desk and then across to the special assistance desk, where I was told that there were already people waiting for me in the departure lounge. For this flight, I was going to be joined by Kieran’s grandparents who had spent a little while down south visiting Kieran’s aunt and family. I was through security very quickly and soon with Kieran’s grandparents. Not long after I arrived, assistance came to help us all on to the plane. It wasn’t one of the nicer flights I’ve had; it was very turbulent and in the months that I hadn’t flown, I’d forgotten just how loud the plane was. Thankfully, my earphones and music volume turned up to maximum drown out most of the plane’s droning.

When we landed, we were helped off of the plane and on to the mini bus that drove us to the entrance into the airport. Assistance left me with Kieran’s grandparents and we made our way to Lesley and Kieran who were waiting in arrivals. On our way, we dropped Kieran’s grandparents off at their house. Once indoors, it was dinner time and Lesley had made a really lovely cottage pie. We spent the evening watching episodes of The Chase and The Force Northeast.

Wednesday was a good day. Kieran had booked the day off so that we could spend my first day together. Naturally, we indulged in a late lie in. Once we were up, showered and dressed, we went downstairs and agreed on fish fingers and potato waffles for lunch, which Kieran cooked. He also gave me a Sports Direct mug of tea to go with the food, which was really nice. It was a lazy day spent in the lounge watching Judge Judy. That evening, we had fish cakes, chips and peas for dinner and watched The Chase, Can’t Pay We’ll Take It Away and Paddington 24/7. Lesley baked her always lovely banana cake and we all had a slice while we watched telly.

Thursday was my first day home alone while everyone else went to work. It did feel strange dragging myself out of bed at just after 7am so that Kieran could get ready for work. Of course, I could have quite easily stayed in bed while he went to work for however long I felt like but I didn’t feel like being lazy and thought getting a head start on uni work would be more than a good idea. Before they left for work, Lesley gave me a detailed tour of the kitchen, even offering to leave a travel kettle out so that I could make tea more easily. Also, I was informed that there was a mug of carrot and coriander soup in the fridge. It was one of those plastic microwaveable mugs and definitely made heating up and drinking the very tasty soup easier. Later, Kieran arrived home earlier than usual and we watched some Nightmare Neighbour Next Door upstairs before coming down and having ravioli for dinner. Since being reintroduced to ravioli by Lesley one of the previous times I stayed, I’ve being hunting around at home trying to find similar stuff that I can have regularly. We’ve bought various different packs of ravioli but they haven’t compared to the stuff Lesley cooks. So having it on Thursday night was definitely a treat, especially with the added chunks of chorizo mixed in and the side of garlic bread accompanying it. We watched some more of The Chase and then Master Chef.

Friday was a new experience for me. It was Lesley’s day off. While she did lots of housework, I did uni work. In the morning, her parents arrived for their weekly cuppa and chat. Later, I was treated to an afternoon snack of more banana cake and a cup of tea. Just after 4pm, I went with Lesley to pick Kieran up from work. On the way, we chatted about Kieran’s childhood and I learnt quite a lot about the little person he once was.

That evening, Kieran and I had our first date night in a long time. Kieran had decided that he wanted it to be a totally independent date night so we were going to travel by taxi. Despite Lesley and John’s many offers to drive us, we stuck to Kieran’s decision of taking a taxi and had a nice driver who even helped us into the restaurant. We’d agreed on Beefeater after the amazing meals we’d enjoyed at Hereford’s branch. Kieran had booked a table earlier in the day and the service was phenomenal. We were taken to a table that seemed to have been specially selected for us because Kieran had added a note explaining that we were both blind. We were both given a copy of the Braille menu to browse. As it was date night, we decided to go all out on the food. For starters, Kieran had a prawn pan and I had potato dippers with cheese and bacon topping. Then, for main meals, Kieran had a stack burger with chips and I had a chicken melt with fries and a side of garlic bread strips which we shared. Finally, for pudding, Kieran had a strawberry frozen yoghurt with real strawberries and I had warm chocolate brownie with ice cream. Kieran’s only disappointment with the pudding was that it didn’t come with any fresh mint. When we were finally finished and the food had been paid for, Kieran ordered a taxi to take us home. Our waiter guided us to stand outside the restaurant so that we could be easily spotted by the taxi driver. When we’d been waiting quite a while, the waiter reappeared and asked whether we’d like to wait indoors and they’d keep an eye out for the taxi for us. Thinking it wouldn’t be long, we said we’d continue to wait outside. A car pulled up but nobody made a move to speak to us. We assumed that, as no one had called to us or come to get us, it couldn’t be our taxi. But the waiter came back outside and said there was a taxi there. So we moved towards it and got in. Almost from the moment we got into the car, the journey was wrong. The driver checked where we were going and asked Kieran several times for directions despite the obvious fact that he would be unable to give them. The car had a strong smell of smoke and also of drugs. As we reached Kieran’s area, the driver asked again for directions so Kieran used Google Maps to try and help locate his house. Kieran’s directions didn’t seem to be matching up with the way the driver was going. But he told us we were outside the right house so we got out of the car. It was quickly apparent that we weren’t in the right place. We wandered along the pavement with Kieran trying to find a familiar landmark with his cane to orientate us. As I could hear the car crawling along beside us, I shouted over to the driver to ask for directions to the front door. He just said we were there and after watching us for a little longer, drove off. Eventually, as Kieran couldn’t find anything at all familiar, he rang Lesley, who, after checking out of the front door, confirmed we weren’t on the street in front of the house. Eventually, through looking Kieran up on Find My Friends, Lesley realised that we were at the back of the houses and, in slippers, came to rescue us. It was a pretty traumatic way to end a really lovely evening and also a bit of a dampener on Kieran’s enthusiasm to use taxis and be independent of his parents. When we tried it in Hereford, it was so successful and being independent of parents always makes the date nights that little bit more special. So having it spoilt by that taxi driver was definitely a down point. To say all our parents were fuming was an understatement; Lesley promised that she’d be sending in a complaint first thing on Monday morning. To cheer up our evening, we went upstairs and chose Russell Howard’s Wonderbox DVD to watch.

The weekend was nice and relaxed. On Saturday morning, we had sausage sandwiches (in buns) for lunch before spending the afternoon watching football. John had gone to the Newcastle game so Kieran was keeping a close eye on that. Meanwhile, I was listening to the Liverpool match, which ended in a draw. Kieran was happy, though, because Newcastle beat Stoke 2—1. For dinner, we had a really tasty Greek lamb dish with new potatoes and cheesy broccoli. We spent the evening watching Gogglebox and then 8 out of 10 cats does count down, which John fell asleep through. He woke up for the beginning of Match Of The Day but was asleep soon after. Kieran tried to wake him up when the Newcastle game came on but it didn’t make much difference.

On Sunday, we took a trip out for dinner. We went to The Commissioners for a roast. I had pork with roast and new potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, carrots and lots of gravy. It was lovely. We spent the afternoon in the lounge and I read a book on Ibooks. Later, we went upstairs and agreed on watching Educating Yorkshire, which was shown four years ago. I remember watching some of it at college with Imi but the details were vague. As Educating Greater Manchester is currently on TV, we thought it would be good to catch up on previous series. Educating Yorkshire was very funny. We were also treated to one of my favourite things about staying at Kieran’s: Sunday night toasties! It was cheese and ham and it was delicious.

Monday was another uni day for me. Lesley left me cheese and ham sandwiches for lunch and Rebecca was home so I had a bit of company. We had beef gravy sandwiches with chips in gravy for dinner. It was very tasty. Afterwards, Kieran and I went upstairs to continuing watching Educating.

Tuesday was a bit of a mixture day. In the morning, Kieran worked from home so again I had some company. We sat together, him working and me studying, in the dining room. We had Gregg’s chicken bakes for lunch and Kieran’s grandma came to drive him to his maths class. While Kieran was at Maths, I spent the afternoon doing more uni work. When Kieran came home, he fixed some of the problems I’d been having with my laptop. Later, for dinner we had one of my favourite meals that Lesley cooks: her amazing jacket potatoes with Spanish chicken and peas. It’s the jacket potato that’s my favourite but the Spanish chicken and peas were good too. Afterwards, Kieran and I retreated upstairs to watch more Educating.

Wednesday and Thursday were a mixture of uni work, food and telly. On Wednesday, I worked on K217. In the evening, I had a shower and washed my hair while Kieran watched some Family Guy. Then, we went downstairs and had spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread for dinner and watched The Chase and Master Chef. Then, Kieran and I went upstairs to watch the final episode of Educating Yorkshire.

On Thursday, I worked on K240. In the evening, we all went out to Sambuca’s. I’d been hoping for this because they do my favourite tuna pizza. I can’t find anything similar down south and had missed it over the months I hadn’t visited. So of course I had the tuna and garlic pizza. I didn’t fancy a starter but Kieran had fish cakes. For his main, he had a meat feast pizza with chilies. When we got in, we watched Educating Greater Manchester and then Celebrity Juice.

Friday bought another day off for Lesley and again the weekly visit from her parents. I did more K217 work in the morning. For lunch, I had a slice of cheese and onion quiche, not homemade but still lovely, and then a pot of diced melon. I haven’t had melon for ages and it was really lovely. Later, Lesley and John left for a weekend at the caravan which meant Kieran and I had to fend for ourselves. Of course, this meant we were going to treat ourselves to takeaway. We agreed on pizza; I had a donner meat pizza, because it was necessary that I try one seeing as I’d never experienced it before, and Kieran had a meat feast pizza with meatballs on. We accompanied this with sides of potato wedges, cheesy chips and mozzarella sticks. The food was delicious but as always Kieran and I ordered far too much. While we ate, we watched The Simpsons and then Travels With My Father, the new series on Netflix by Jack and Michael Whitehall.

On Saturday morning, we were reluctant to drag ourselves out of bed so we watched several episodes of Judge Judy. Once we were finally up, showered and dressed, we went downstairs and agreed on sausages and potato waffles for brunch, which Kieran cooked. We watched the Master Chef final and then Sky Sports news to keep up-to-date with the football scores. Later, we watched the Liverpool vs Leicester game. Although we’d agreed on Chinese takeaway for dinner, whilst browsing on Hungry House, I’d discovered that up north you can order dessert takeaway. I am a pudding person and couldn’t resist this. So, while we watched the football, we ordered dessert. I chose a sticky toffee cake, a cream egg brownie and a banana and peanut butter milkshake. Kieran, not as much a pudding person as me, chose a strawberry cupcake, a vanilla milkshake and a glass bottle of Irn Bru. Sadly, the lady from the dessert place, Buzz Bar, rang to explain that they don’t stock cream egg brownie all year round because it’s a seasonal thing. So I chose a Snickers brownie instead. It is safe to say our pudding was delicious. Even Kieran was impressed with his cupcake and milkshake.

Once the football finished, Liverpool winning 3—2, we ordered our dinner. I chose sweet and sour chicken balls and chips while Kieran had house special chow mein with chips and gravy. We added spring rolls and special fried rice. The food was delicious but we definitely ordered far too much. While we ate our meal, we watched Reginald D Hunter’s In The Midst Of Crackers DVD, which was very funny.

Sunday’s breakfast was a funny mixture of food: I had the remainder of my toffee cake and brownie, a strawberry yoghurt and a little pie and Kieran had a little pie and some of the leftover sausage from Saturday. Later, when Lesley and John were home, we watched the Newcastle vs Brighton game, which made the men grumpy because Newcastle lost 0—1. Afterwards, we watched The Big Bang Theory, The Force Northeast and Can’t Pay We’ll Take It Away. For dinner, I had another lovely jacket potato and some chicken dippers while Kieran had the leftover rice and chow mein from Saturday with some chicken dippers. Once we’d eaten, we went upstairs so Kieran could shave his face ready for work and watch a movie. We chose Hot Fuzz because neither of us had seen it. Sadly, I must have gotten just too comfy because I slept throughout most of the film!

The next week was a mixture of uni work, food and telly. Monday brought K217 work and quiche and cheese and onion crisps for lunch. Then Judge Judy, Family Guy and a sad episode of Motorway Cops where a horse was hit by a car and put to sleep upstairs when Kieran came home followed by beef and gravy sandwiches with chips and gravy for dinner. We watched Dave Gorman’s Modern Life Is Goodish, Live At The Apollo 2016 Christmas special hosted by Romesh Rangernathan and featuring Seann Walsh and then a very funny episode of Gogglebox. Tuesday was another work from home day for Kieran and Lesley. We had quiche and sandwiches for lunch before Lesley took Kieran to his maths class. When he came home, we watched Judge Judy upstairs before enjoying mince and dumplings for dinner and watching The Force Northeast and The Chase. On Wednesday, I decided to have a day off uni work and instead watched Our Girl in preparation for the new series that the BBC had just announced. When Kieran came home, we watched Judge Judy and then had chicken pie, crochet potatoes and veg for dinner. We spent the evening watching The Great British Bake Off, The Force Northeast and Police Intercepters. As I’d been lazy on Wednesday, I made sure that Thursday was a uni work day; I worked on K217. When Kieran came home, we had music channels on the telly and it was decided that we’d have fish and chips for dinner. I had a large battered sausage and chips and Kieran had fish, chips and curry sauce. It was very nice. We watched Parking Wars and Educating Greater Manchester while Kieran downloaded some films. Then, we went upstairs and started watching Come Fly With Me, which is always very funny.

Friday brought Lesley’s day off but also a day off for Kieran too. We had a nice lie in before showering and going downstairs. By the time we went downstairs, Kieran’s grandparents were there. We had fish finger sandwiches for lunch. In the afternoon, Lesley made a really tasty orange cake. Rebecca bought us Nando’s in but they’d messed up the order. I thought that Nando’s take out was nicer than the meals we’ve had in Southampton’s branch. While we ate, we watched 8 out of 10 cats does count down. Later, Lesley and John went out to the races. Kieran and I watched The Chase and The Simpsons. Later, we ordered again from Buzz Bar; Kieran had a yorky and dairymilk caramel milkshake and another bottle of Irn Bru. I chose a banoffee cheesecake and millionaire’s shortbread milkshake, a white chocolate buttons cheesecake and a white chocolate cookie. As we were watching Come Fly With Me, Lesley called to ask Kieran to order them food because they were on their way home. They wanted pizza and kebab and it came with a free cheesy garlic bread. So as well as drinking our milkshakes, we ate the free garlic bread. I put the cheesecake in the fridge to eat later and tried the cookie but it really wasn’t very nice. When Lesley and John came in, we watched Gogglebox and The Last Leg.

On Saturday, we took a long drive to a place called Haggerston Castle. We had a long wander around the caravan site and Lesley told us about how she used to go there for holidays during her childhood. We had lunch in Mash and Barrels, the on site restaurant. Kieran and I both had chicken, bacon and cheese melt baguettes with chips. Sadly, the chips weren’t very nice but the baguette was tasty. When we got in, we watched the Chelsea vs Manchester City match, which Man City won, Celebrity Juice, QI, a little bit of Casualty, Dad’s army and Only Fools And Horses before going upstairs and watching Al Murray’s One Man One Guvnor.

On Sunday, Lesley made a cooked breakfast, which was lovely. Later, we watched the Newcastle vs Liverpool match, which was the first time we’ve watched our teams play against each other since we’ve been together; it ended in a draw. Once that had finished, Lesley took us to Frankie and Benny’s for our last date night. It was my last night up north and definitely the best possible way we could have spent it. Again, as it was date night, we went all out on food. Kieran had hot wings for his starter followed by a double cheese and bacon burger with pulled pork, onion rings and chips. He had Sam Adams beer with his meal and a Godfather cocktail afterwards. I had BBQ cheese and bacon potato skins for a starter and meatball penne pasta for my main. I had a coke to go with my meal but had finished that quite quickly so ordered a salted caramel fudge brownie milkshake, which was very nice. After my main, while Kieran had his cocktail, I had a warm chocolate brownie with salted caramel sauce and ice cream. I definitely thought I could manage more than I did because I wasn’t able to drink all of the milkshake and left a little bit of brownie. It really was delicious and one of the nicest meals I’ve had for a while. When we got home, we agreed on Chris Ramsey’s All Growed Up comedy DVD because it is hilarious.

Sadly, Monday meant my last day up north. In the morning, when we finally got up, we showered, dressed and then I packed all my stuff into my rucksack. We had a slice of toast each for breakfast and then I ate one of my remaining yoghurts and dug into the white chocolate buttons cheesecake from our order from Buzz Bar on Friday. I shared it with Kieran and it really was lovely. We spent the afternoon having a cuddle upstairs and listening to music. Lesley made us ravioli for dinner. It had bits of pepperoni in the sauce and was lovely. Afterwards, Lesley gave us a slice of orange cake each. Then, we gathered my belongings together and headed out the door.

We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare. I was quickly checked in and Lesley rang through at the special assistance desk. We were told to wait for someone to come. It took them quite a while to come but eventually they did. That meant the goodbyes; I hate saying goodbye to Kieran because we’re never totally sure when we’ll be able to meet up again, especially now Kieran is working. After we’d said goodbye, the assistance man led me off to security. I was through security quickly and didn’t have to wait long in the waiting room before the man returned and led me to the mini bus. He came on to the bus with me and then led me on to the plane. I put my earphones in and turned my music up loud for the flight and thankfully it wasn’t too bad.

To Lesley and John: thank you for letting me come to stay and putting up with me for so long; can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Thank you for the lovely meals, in and out. Thank you for such a nice time. PS: I did not pull down your sign…

And Kieran: as always, there’s far too much to say. Thank you, for everything, but mainly for being my person. I love you so much and can’t wait for when we can be together again. It was so lovely to see you enjoying your work so much; I’m so proud of you. You’ve done just what we said all those Tuesday afternoons at college spent imagining what life would be like out of the bubble. You’re not a statistic. For that, I love you more.


A mini break at Godwin Towers

Ever since the last time I visited, I’ve been wanting to see my sister Imi again. It’s a difficult sibling relationship given the fact that I live on the south coast and she lives very up north in Yorkshire. Before I went away to residential college [RNC Hereford] I never expected to be travelling the length of the country to visit a friend. But having a boyfriend who lives in Newcastle and a sister who lives in Yorkshire means this has become a pretty regular event. Travelling to York means a lengthy train journey whereas visiting Kieran in Blyth means a flight. I’m not sure which is preferable, really, except for the fact that travelling to Newcastle via plane takes an hour and twenty whereas a train journey to York takes a good five hours. It’s odd whenever I make that train journey to York because it feels strange to be travelling less miles but taking much longer to get there than it would for Newcastle. But every time I spend those five hours on the train is worthwhile for what awaits me.
This time when travelling to York, I had a companion. The last few times I’ve travelled, I’ve gone alone. But Josh, my favourite train buddy, was with me this time. The plan was to have a whole gang meet up but unfortunately Kieran couldn’t join us. Between them, Imi and Kieran had tried their hardest to make it so that he could join us, but it was decided that it was too difficult and impractical for him to come. I was pretty gutted as I really wanted the four of us to be together again. The last time we were all together as a gang was Christmas and that really seems a long time ago now. Plus, Imi hasn’t seen Kieran since then and Josh and I haven’t seen him since May. Although Christmas is considerably longer ago, three months is a really long time for me; since we got together, we haven’t gone so long without seeing each other. In fact, we’ve neever gone so long since knowing each other. It’s really strange and not particularly nice. Anyone who says a long distance relationship is easy is clearly a liar. There’s nothing easy about it at all; the only thing that makes it bearable for Kieran and I is the promise of seeing each other again and our nightly FaceTime conversations. But this post isn’t about us because sadly Kieran wasn’t there.
On Friday morning, after lots of planning and arranging, Josh answered I met at Southampton Central train station to get the train together up to York to see Imi. Our train was the 9:46 direct service to York. The direct trains are the best. Although having a change is sometimes convenient for refreshments and a toilet stop, direct trains usually mean you get there faster and there’s no faffing about in the middle. As a blind person, changing comes with the risk of sighted assistance not arriving to help transfer you to your connecting train. That in itself is a nerve racking experience so avoiding it is always preferable. Thankfully, on Friday we were able to do just that. Unfortunately, for a couple of hours during the journey, we had to sit separately. Josh had booked our tickets at different times because at first he hadn’t been sure whether he’d be able to stay the extra days like I was. Coincidentally, he was given holiday time from work so had days available to take. Of course,Imi and I were more than happy for him to join us for the whole stay rather than just the weekend.
Hours later, we arrived safely in York. As we were climbing down on to the platform, Imi and Mike appeared to collect us. The train station seemed to be bustling with people so I was very happy when we bundled into Mike’s car, ready to head back to theirs and settle in for our stay. The trip from the station to Mike’s house takes quite a while so we had plenty of time to chat and catch up.
As soon as we were in, we took our bags upstairs to Imi’s room and made the floor space our own. Like I did in April, I was to share Imi’s rather comfy double bed with her while Josh had the single air mattress on the floor. Imi had managed to make a pathway between the double and the air bed, which made it a little easier to get around the room. Once we’d deposited our stuff, we headed back downstairs where Mike had a pot of tea waiting. he’d bought apple juice specially for Josh; somehow, from what Imi had said, he’d inferred that apple juice was the only thing Josh drank. This made for many giggles and quiet jokes as it was all he offered Josh to drink. Not that Josh particularly seemed to mind. However, we were a little worried that the juice would send him crazy. Whilst at college, whenever Josh had apple juice, it always made him quite hyper. Some of the conversations had while he was “under the influence” of apple juice were completely bananas. It did make for a very fun time, though. Add to that excitement that we’d just disembarked from a very long train journey and Josh was seeing Imi again, after an 8 month separation, we really weren’t sure what hysteria to expect from him… Surprisingly, the apple juice had little to no effect on Josh’s behaviour, perhaps because he was already far too excited about his current situation

Around six-thirty, Mike served dinner; quorn spaghetti bolognese. This I’d been looking for ever since the last time I was treated to it, again at Mike’s when I stayed in April. Nobody at home eats any kind of quorn so I’m not privileged to have it all the time. Having it whenever I visit Imi is a real treat and a part of the stay I’m always hoping for. I wasn’t disappointed. The quorn bolognese was delicious! Imi served me a rather large helping and at first, when I noted how much she’d given me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to eat it all. But I think I’d be able to eat and eat and eat quorn bolognese. It never gets old and not lovely. After serving our meal, Mike had said he was off out and to contact him if we needed him. It was quite humbling that he trusted us with his house and thought we’d all be safe and fine because we were together. Unfortunately, we may have ruined this delusion of his as not ten minutes after he left, as she carried our trays out to the kitchen, Imi dropped a plate and it shattered into fractions. Obviously, none of us have the skills, with our limited vision, to safely clear up jagged fragments of ceramic. At first, Imi asked Mike over the phone where a dustpan and brush would be. Instead, he advised her to just try and clear up some of the larger fragments that were easy to see and he’d do the rest when he came back later. But I was worried that she’d skewer her finger on a smaller piece or something so suggested she just leave it for Mike as none of us knew where a first-aid kit was located. We all agreed this was the most reasonable suggestion and settled in for a night in the lounge. Soon though we realised that not even attempting to clear up the debris, however potentially dangerous it would be to try, meant that we were unable to even go into the kitchen for a drink in fear of stepping on the pieces and doing ourselves harm. This didn’t seem so bad for a while, but then we realised Laila was really hungry and probably needed letting out to do her business.
In the end, Imi did have to ask Mike to come home. It was about 9:30 and we were all really thirsty. It seemed unfair to pull him away from his free time but also cruel not to be able to feed the dog. Thankfully, Mike was quick to come home and didn’t seem too bothered about our smashing of his crockery. He cleared up our mess and Laila was allowed her dinner. Although Mike seemed quite tired, it sounded like he’d had a nice evening out while we’d had fun at home.
The following morning, when we eventually dragged ourselves out of bed, Mike served us breakfast. Once we were ready, we bundled into the car and set off to Imi’s “favourite place on the planet” otherwise known as Burnby Hall. I wasn’t really sure what to expect apart from that we were going to be feeding fish. It was a really hot sunny day and definitely the right time to be outside. Imi bought us pots of fish pellets at the little cafe and then we went on a little walk. As we walked, she described the scenery around us and it really did sound beautiful. We stopped at first on a little platform and sat down on a metal bench. It was lovely to just be there. It gave you the relaxed feeling that there was no hurry to be anywhere else; it kind of took your worries away for a little while. I wasn’t thinking about how many emails awaited me and the voicemail on my phone that begged for my attention. Right there and then we could just be and it was just the three of us, together again at last, the way it all started at college almost four years ago. Later, we bought slices of cake from the little cafe to serve as our lunch. I chose a raspberry sparkly cake. It was delicious but very sweet and I was grateful for the free tap water on offer. We also did a lot of fish feeding there. You can sit right on the edge of the massive pond and through the pellets into the water for the giant fish to catch. If you put your hand in the water, the fish will come up to you and sucker onto your hand with their mouths. Feeding the fish was a lot of fun because every now and then they’d leap out of the water to get the pellets and soak us in water. Also, if you threw a large amount of the pellets into the water, the volume of noise the fish would make as they fought for food was incredible. At one point, Imi asked a man if he’d take a photo of the three of us sitting together on the grass with the pond in front of us. Instead of just doing it there in front of us like we expected, the man took her phone and went around to the other side of the pond and took photos from there. So there’s some really lovely photos of the three of us and Laila sitting together on the bank of the pond with it stretched out in front of us.
When we got back that evening, it was time for our girlie slumber party. We ordered pizzas from a place that Imi swore was better than Dominoes and set up a girlie movie to watch. We decided to start with the second Bridget Jones movie as Josh had only seen the first. You can’t get much more girlie than Bridget. While we watched, we ate our delicious pizza. Imi and I had tuna and sweet corn topped stuffed crust pizzas and Josh had a pepperoni stuffed crust pizza. After the second Bridget Jones movie had finished, we put on the third, Bridget Jones’ Baby. To add to the girlie vibes, Imi painted all of our nails. Originally, she did mine in pink that matched my Doctor Martens but I didn’t like it because it was a Matt paint so asked her to redo them. So they turned blue, coincidentally the same blue as the fleece sweater I wore the following day.


On Sunday morning, we had breakfast again before getting ready for our afternoon out. Imi had booked tickets for us to go to a folk festival in Hull at which one of our favourite singers Lucy Spraggan was headlining. There were also going to be two less known performers there one of which Imi liked a lot too. She had invited her friend Maria to join us primarily as our guide. Imi wasnt sure how well she’d be able to navigate the place so had enlisted sighted assistance. It was really lovely to meet Maria as Imi has talked about her loads over the years. The festival itself was great; I wasnt particularly fond of the first artist but loved the second and of course Lucy. It was a very different performance by Lucy than Josh and I experienced in Eastleigh when she performed with her band. We felt that she could have done with her drummer for a few of her songs as it added something extra special to the performance. But she was great nonetheless. The best part of the whole thing was the meet and greet. Not only did she recognise Josh and I, but Imi got to meet her. When Josh and I saw Lucy in Eastleigh, we’d wished Imi could have been there to share in the experience as she was the person to introduce us to Lucy at college and Lucy is her absolute hero. After the meet and greet, we all went to a little pub. I didn’t really fancy a drink so just sat and chatted with the others while they sipped at theirs.
On our way home, we popped into the local shop and Mike bought potatoes and chips to have for our tea. We settled on quorn burgers with oven chips and veggies. Mike did peas and sweetcorn so it made for quite a nice meal. Josh and I weren’t certain on the burgers. They had quite a different taste and the texture was interesting; I’m not sure if I’d particularly choose them as a meal again but they were edible and not like disgusting or anything. After the food, we just chatted for the majority of the evening.
Monday was of course bank holiday Monday so everyone was out in force. Originally, Imi had planned to take us to a beach where we’d be able to walk, as I’d hoped. But on our way Mike decided the traffic was too heavy and there was no way we’d be able to get there. So we had to go to plan b. Imi took us to a place that had a massive field area and then a woodland part. This meant a free run for Laila and pretty much a hike for us. For part of the woodland part, Laila swam in the lake and we had to walk on boards above the lake. As a totally blind person, this was definitely a test of trust.But thankfully I had my well trusted guide Imi to get us safely across. We were walking for quite some time and when we got back to the cafe we were all rather hot. On arrival back at the car, Imi discovered Laila had covered herself in a thick layer of green slime, definitely thanks to the water.
Next, we headed back to Burnby Hall. More fish feeding and cake was required. Kindly, Mike had given Imi money for our meals, which Josh and I were very grateful for. Imi and Josh decided to sample some of the mint airo cake they had on offer while I opted for a caramel slice, which, as I’d predicted, was exactly the same as a millionaire’s shortbread and therefore delicious. Sadly, Josh and Imi didn’t think much of their cake and when they’d had enough, with more fish pellets in hand we headed back to the pond to enjoy more fish feeding. It was a pretty hot day so Imi found us somewhere that was a bit shaded so that we didn’t melt completely. We were all soaked pretty quickly and Laila didn’t seem to want to settle. Plus, as she was covered in slime, Imi was eager to get her home and hosed down so as soon as we’d emptied our pots of food, we headed back to Mike’s car.
At Mike’s, Imi set to work cleaning Laila. She described the consistency of the slime as sticky and like it was growing in the dog’s fur… Overall, completely disgusting. But once Laila was washed in her fruity shampoo and sprayed with her doggy cologne, she smelt and felt lovely. Her fur was all bouncy and fluffy and the scent wafting off her was a perfume I’d be happy to wear! After Laila’s shower, it was our turns. Imi said she desperately needed one after getting soaked both at the pond and whilst washing Laila and also being covered in Laila’s acquired green slime. I wanted one because I needed a hair wash and getting into pjs of an evening is always a nice way to relac and wind down.
We agreed on Jacket potatoes with different fillings for dinner. Josh asked for cheese and beans while Imi and I settled for tuna sweetcorn mayo mix with a sprinkle of cheese. It was delicious. I don’t have jacket potatoes regularly nowadays after having to eat them almost daily at the college bistro simply because the rest of the menu was practically inedible so when offered a jacket potato nowadays I’m often skeptical about it. But Mike did well to remind me just why I love jackets; the tuna sweetcorn mayo mix topping really made it something else. I am and have always been a tuna lover but Mike really pulled it off. The sprinkling of cheese just topped it all off nicely. While we ate, we agreed to watch Angus, Thongs and perfect snogging, which is a film adaptation of every teenage girl’s favourite book series. The Louise Rennison books are every teenage girl’s wildest dreams come to life: a 14 year old girl meets a really fit boy and we see the chase unfold as she tries to grab him for herself. There’s a gang of best girlie friends, older girls who they totally think are slags and sad boring loser parents. Watching it as an adult is a strange and cringe-worthy experience. Reading those books at 14, every girl agrees with the main top girl Georgia. We all associate with her, envy her and basically want to be her. Many of the girls I knew even modelled their lives on the fictional top dog. But watching it now kind of makes you think Georgia is just a whingy complaining bitchy kid who, if she doesn’t get her own way, cries about it and plays nasty games until she does. It doesn’t really give us much hope for our younger selves; I just pray I wasn’t as bad as she’s portrayed.
After Angus, we moved onto Bridesmaids. I hadn’t seen the film in years, probably since we bought it at home on DVD. I remember it having funny moments but overall being terrible. Thankfully, watching it with Josh and Imi kind of revived it in my mind. It had far more funny parts than I gave it credit for and the cop male who the main character is falling in love with is pretty lovely. It was definitely good to watch it again and I’m pleased I can now hold it in higher esteem in my memory.
Sadly, the next day dawning meant the arrival of mine and Josh’s journey back down south. Thankfully, we had a bit more fun before the sad goodbyes came. Mike drove us into York town centre and Imi took us wandering through its streets until we came to the shop I’ve dreamt could exist for years. The Shop That Must Not Be Named is dedicated to Harry Potter merchandise. It really was a dream come true. After we’d queued for about half an hour, we were allowed inside this magical place. And that was where my bank balance decreased rapidly. There was just so much lovely stuff to buy. On the way in the car, Imi had done the sorting test quiz on me to determine which Hogwarts house I belong in; I’m a Hufflepuff just like she is. Some of the stuff I came out with was amazing. one example being the leather purse shaped as an envelope and embroidered with the Hogwarts crest, stiched so it looks like an envelope and printed with the address so that it looks like the original first acceptance letter Harry receives, inviting him to Hogwarts. I also gained a pendant of the symbol of the deathly hallows and it is made to look exactly like the necklace Luna’s father wore at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Finally, my third favourite purchase is my time turner; it is an exact replica of the one Hermione wore in The Prisoner of Askaban. It spins, turns over and has actual sand in it so functions just like the fictional one did. It is presented in a lovely wooden case so that you can display it if you wish; I feel that the case partially represents the mirror of Erised in The Philosopher’s Stone, making the whole thing even more special. The fact that my bank balance was considerably lowered by my spending spree didn’t matter. The things I’d bought were things I could either use or wear regularly; plus, there’s never not a reason to buy Harry Potter merchandise.
Eventually, when we left my favourite shop in all the world, we headed for Cafe Nero to get a drink. I had my usual salted caramel hot chocolate, Imi had a regular hot chocolate and Josh had a Diet Coke. We all went for the little brownies in packaging at the counter rather than asking for slices from the fridge.
Once we were refreshed in Nero, we headed on to paper Chase and WH Smith’s so that Imi could buy stationary supplies for the forthcoming year at college. Then, we headed into Lush, mostly to inhale the gorgeous aromas that shop offers. Before my Harry Potter binge, I’d intended to buy some tea tree tonal water Imi highly recommended I try. Since my balance was already lowered, though, I felt the indulgence of such a luxury could wait for another time. Imi had other ideas; she bought me a bottle of the tonal water and Josh a wonderful smelling body jelly. I was really surprised she bought us gifts and wished I’d insisted on buying her the colour changing Harry Potter mug she’d liked so much in the shop.
Unfortunately, once our Lush spoiling was over, it was time to get back to the car so that Mike could drive us to the station. At the station, we registered with the assistance desk before going to get ourselves a meal before our journey. Again, Mike generously gave Imi money to pay for our food. I opted for chicken nuggets, not really fancying a burger. Sadly, when we’d finished our food, it was time for Imi and Mike to go. The car only had an hour’s parking and the prices at stations like that are crazy. So we stood beneath the York railway station sign and had one last photo before hugging tightly and turning in opposite directions. It is always difficult saying goodbye not knowing when we’ll see each other again. It feels a lot more reassuring now Imi is safely out of hospital. Saying goodbye there was one of the worst feelings I’ve ever experienced. And Miss Godwin, I have to tell you, even if you don’t see it or feel it very often, you’re doing bloody damn amazing, sis. When I think about what was happening three years ago at this very time, I can hardly believe you’re that same girl. I know I tell you all the time and you’re probably sick to your back teeth of hearing it, you are the bravest, strongest, cleverest, most amazing young lady I’ve ever met. Like you said last night, you’re a truly kickass blind woman and I’m so proud to know you, honoured to be your sister. I love visiting you so much and wish we could do it more often. If I was richer… But I promise I will see you soon. I’ll be there so much your dad will tell me to bugger off.
Thank you for such a great weekend, both of you. I’m lucky to have friends like you and it was the best way to spend the last weekend of August, the final bank holiday of the year. And I have to say, Godwin, you were absolutely spot on about those pizzas. A million times better than Dominoes. Lets do it again sometime, Yeah?

Four years

Four years ago today, my parents loaded up the boot of our car with my belongings, spread out the AA map and we headed off on the 150 mile journey to Hereford so that I could start college. I was 16 and excited about a new adventure. I was also terrified about leaving home. It had been planned for quite some time. 18 months earlier, we’d taken our first trip to Hereford to visit the college. It was so that I could decide whether it was an option for my future. After my very first tour of RNC, I had my mind set that there would be nowhere else. I was not going to local college; Hereford was my destination.

Four years on, it seems crazy that it is all memories. I left college over two years ago and have only returned because Kieran was working up there. It is safe to say that when I left two years ago I was more than ready to leave college. I wanted to be as far away from RNC as physically possible. A lot has changed since and hindsight really is a bitch. I would have done a lot of things very differently if I’d known how things would turn out. Thankfully, now I can be totally grateful for everything Ive gained out of going to residential college.

The best thing that happened because I was granted funding to go to RNC is the people I’ve met and the family I’ve gained. Because the three close friends aren’t just friends. Granted, one is now my other half but the other two are family. When we arrived in Hereford that Friday afternoon, we met another set of parents who were bringing their daughter to start her journey at residential college too. If only we’d all known then that she’d become my sister. Imi and Laila took up residence in the room neighbouring mine in our halls of residence and became a permanent resident in my life. I have written a lot about my sister over the years because she truly is an amazing person and I don’t take for granted having her in my life. Similarly, I don’t take for granted the continued presence of my good pal Josh. When we headed off to college with our then friend David, neither of us expected that ours would be the friendship that stood the test of time. David and Josh were going to be mates and do everything at college toget; I was just the third wheel. But after that very first week, that would change forever. Like Imi, Josh is a part of my life that I couldn’t do without and I am mighty pleased ours is the friendship that survived. And then of course there’s Kieran. So much that I could say about the friendship and now relationship we have. At first, he was Josh’s media buddy and just the stupidly clever lad who was in IT class and often set the task of fixing the never ending computer problems. But the more time I spent with him, the more I knew I wanted him in my life as a permanent fixture. When Josh kept inviting him to hang out with us, none of us could have known where it would lead. Kieran was there for the laughter, tears, triumphs and struggles. He supported me even when he knew I was wrong and watched my personality change as I entered into a relationship that became an engagement and changed my life. Regardless of the person I became, he continued to spend time with me and fixed any technical problem that occurred. The fact that we’re together now isnt a surprise to me on the basis of how we acted around each other and the amount of time we spent together. He really has been an irreplaceable friend and now partner. I count my blessings every day that I went to RNC, that mine and Josh’s friendship flourished beyond anything it was at school, that I gained a fantastic sister in Imi and that I now have an incredible fella in Kieran. I couldn’t have ever dreamt to be so lucky, but somehow I was.

Of course, it wasn’t just friends I was blessed with from college. I met many amazing staff members who helped me with so much. I came out of there with two C grade A Levels, an A grade AS Level and a pass at Level 3 BTEC. I was taught invaluable independence skills. Living in halls meant that I had to keep my room tidy, do my own laundry and make my own meals. Of course there was the canteen but nobody really liked eating in there. There were some lovely meals that they cooked but quite a lot of the time it was easier to cook our own food. Independent living skills gave me things I never thought I’d be able to do. I learnt how to make fresh meals. Cooking was something I’d never been able to do independently before.

It is amazing to think that that all started four years ago today. I honestly don’t know where the time has gone and I wish that I’d appreciated the place better when I was there. Granted, some of the things that really irritated me haven’t changed. If I went back now, they’d still frustrate me beyond belief. But I could have never gone to regular local college. Not because that means I’d never have had the friends I do or the independence I developed. But because they really couldn’t cater for someone like me. There was no provision in place for a blind person here. The majority of my local colleges even admitted that they weren’t sure how they would cater for me if I enrolled. Now, I could never take for granted the opportunities RNC gave me, especially because of the family I now have. I’m so glad Southampton gave me those two years of funding, that chance to grow into a completely different person. I wouldn’t have the life I do now if I hadn’t been granted funding. It was, without any shadow of a doubt, the best experience of my life.

So four years have passed since I started. So much has happened since. But today, four years exactly since my college journey began, I just wanted to write this little piece, thinking about how everything has changed since. Nothing would be the way it is for me now without RNC. If someone had told me four years ago that I’d regularly travel by plane and train independently up the country to see my other half and sister, I’d have laughed. Nobody could have predicted how much of an impact college was going to have on my life but god am I glad it did! So here’s to four years since college began. Here’s to the three amazing people I have in my life thanks to that place. Here’s for the qualifications I achieved that hopefully one day will be useful in securing me employment. Here’s to the times we shared, all the things we did. The fun was endless and the experience was priceless.

“A turd the size of Disneyland Paris”

Another lovely time has come and gone and so, even though I’m a little late in doing so, I’m going to write about it. On Wednesday the seventeenth of May, Kieran boarded a plane and flew down to Southampton on the late flight from Newcastle. Again, I stayed into babysit Tamsin, who was in bed, while Mum collected Kieran from the airport. He was coming down to stay because it was soon to be my birthday and he had arranged to go to a festival on Southampton Common with Josh. Also, we had booked to see Jon Richardson at the Mayflower Theatre that Thursday evening. It had been booked for months and we were all very much looking forward to it. Thankfully, Kieran’s plane didn’t land early like last time so Mum was there in time to pick him up. 

Unlike usual, Thursday wasn’t a particularly lazy day. Normally, on Kieran’s first day of staying, we hardly do anything. Of course, with the comedy show that evening, there was already plans for the day. We managed to fill the rest of the day with bits and pieces, too. Our usual breakfast of Weetabix and tea was nice, as always, and once we were all tidied up, I decided to take Zena out for a working walk. I wanted to try as hard as I could to keep up Zena’s work while Kieran was staying. Obviously, I’d much rather spend all my time with him, but Zena needed to be worked, too, and I didn’t really fancy any judgmental comments from anyone about how much work my dog should be doing and how lazy I was for not going out. She didn’t work very well, though; I only went to the local Co-op, which is about a twenty-minute walk there and back. Not a big walk but a decent route to keep Zena’s concentration. That part of the plan failed, anyway, as she hardly concentrated at all. But I was glad I’d taken her out for a working walk all the same.


After that, Kieran and I agreed to watch Jon Richardson’s Funny Magnet comedy DVD on my Ipad to prepare us for our evening. For dinner, we’d agreed to order a takeaway as we were meant to be meeting Josh around seven o’clock. As Mum doesn’t usually get home until between a quarter past and half past six, I knew there was no way she’d be able to cook us something in time. Anyway, the takeaway we were ordering from had mozzarella sticks so there was no way I could resist. In the end, Kieran decided on a cheese and bacon burger with cheesy chips and I settled on a portion of donner meat and chips. Alongside our meals, we added a cheesy garlic pizza bread, onion rings, mozzarella sticks and doughnuts to share. We had a can of fanta fruit twist each. The food was delicious; I hadn’t tasted such nice donner meat in ages. The kebab van to which I go when I want donner meat sometimes burns their meat, making it crispy. But this meat was so nice. The chips weren’t bad, either. Kieran’s burger was pretty big and he enjoyed it very much. We both picked at the sides we had to share, eating as much of them as we possibly could. There was plenty left over when we were done, though, and again we commented that whenever we order takeaway we get far too much. Eyes bigger than our bellies wasn’t really an appropriate line, but words to the same sentiment would have worked.


When Mum arrived home, we were already ready to go. She drove us to the theatre, where we met Josh for the show. I’d checked with Josh several times beforehand and the theatre had agreed that I would be allowed to take Zena to the show. I don’t really like leaving her with anyone. Even though they’re my family, it’s hard to trust anyone to look after her, especially as I’m trying to stick to the rules as closely as I can. To a lot of people, she’s just a cute and very affectionate dog but to me she’s the guide dog I’ve been desperate to have for years. I don’t want anything to go wrong. Plus, exposing her to atmospheres such as those at a theatre is good for both of us as a partnership. Once we were inside the theatre, Josh navigated us to a standing area, where we’d been told it would be safest to be with Zena. Beforehand, when Josh had mentioned it to me, I’d assumed that I’d just stand with Zena and the boys would sit in their paid for seats. But they both stood with me. The show was great. Jon was hilarious. We were all laughing pretty much constantly throughout. To begin with, we all stood up at the rail and I made sure Zena led down in the space behind us. But eventually our legs were aching too much and we sat down on the carpet with Zena, who was very happy with the sudden company. Every now and then, we stood up for short periods of time to listen, laugh and applaud. Each time, though, we ended up sat back down on the carpet. I felt very guilty that both boys had aching bones; after all, it was my fault for insisting that I bring Zena with us. But neither of them seemed to mind. If they did, they didn’t let on to me even once, and I appreciated that.


After we’d come home and I’d let Zena out to do her business, Kieran and I headed upstairs, with pints of water to drink, to watch some more comedy. During his show, Jon Richardson had mentioned his once flat mate Russell Howard several times. This had made me want to watch one of his DVD’s. So we watched the one with the strange name, Dingledodies, which was also hilarious. While we watched, I ate one of the doughnuts we’d bought with our takeaway, feeling a bit hungry. It was nice to have had such a nice evening with Kieran and Josh. It only happens when we manage to get together, but it’s always great.


Friday was a lazy day. We filled the day time with watching Judge Judy and The Chase and in the evening, once Mum was home, she cooked us lasagne and chips. While Mum and I caught up on East Enders and Red Water from the previous night, Kieran watched The Big Bang Theory on his phone.


Thankfully, Saturday was a little more active. In the morning, we watched Gogglebox, The Last Leg and more Judge. Then, when she was ready to take us, Mum drove us into town and we went on our first Nando’s date in a little while. Kieran chose the double burger with hot sauce, sides of spicy rice and peri salted chips and a beer and I had my usual of a double lemon and herb wrap with peri salted chips and a refillable coke. Unfortunately, the waiter was quite slow in serving us and I was concerned about how much time we had because Mum was just browsing the shops in town waiting to collect us so that she could then drive to pick Dad up from work when he finished at five o’clock. Although there may have been time, I declined Kieran’s offer of dessert. One day, I am going to have their frozen yoghurt like I say I will every time we go. While we ate and chatted, Zena led down underneath the table in the space free beside me. She was fairly well-behaved and I was pleased.


When we were home, we watched more Russell Howard, this time Right Here Right Now and Wonderbox, both of which were very funny. Kieran had some prawn cocktail crisps, which made Mum very happy as he’s the only one who eats them and we had a bit of a back log of them, while I had some sweets from the cupboard that needed eating. After the comedy was over, it was time for a serious film. Kieran had told me, after he’d watched it with his parents, that I needed to watch I Daniel Blake because I’d like it very much; he was also quite sure that it would make me cry. It certainly fulfilled that promise. The story tells of a man who has a heart problem and therefore can’t currently work. He’s desperate to go back to work but is told to claim benefits. It shows of the struggles faced by anyone contacting the DWP and how hard it is to be granted benefits. Anyone who thinks it’s easy to claim benefits and live comfortably on them certainly needs to watch this film.


Sunday was the final day of the Premier League, which meant a lot of football. Before the football started, we watched even more Judge and some Come Dine With Me. Then, it was football time. While I listened to commentary of the Liverpool vs Middlesborough match, Kieran listened to the Sky Sports commentary, which updated you on all the games going on. During the football, Mum cooked us a very nice spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread, which we ate in the kitchen with our earphones still in, glued to the commentary. Overall, there were 37 goals and afterwards we watched Chelsea lift the trophy and John Terry’s send-off. I was pleased, too, because Liverpool had won their game by three goals to nil which meant that they were securely in the top four of the Premier League.


After all the football, we watched a bit more Come Dine With Me before going downstairs and watched The Super Vet with Mum. After that, there was a count down of the greatest eighties movies on Channel 5. This lasted for three hours so we didn’t get to see all of it because Kieran wanted to watch Match Of The Day upstairs, during which I fell asleep.


Monday was a really hot day at 21 degrees but I managed to get out to work Zena for a little bit. On our big route to the local gym, I managed to get to the library corner, which is before you turn on to the main road that leads up to the gym, before turning back to come home. We were both really melting by the time I got home. While I’d been out, Kieran had been updating both my laptops; Windows 10 had a big update and that sort of thing is probably beyond me so it’s just easier and better for everyone if Kieran tackles it. To be fair, he offered. Out in the back garden, I groomed Zena and gave her a wash in the warm water and oil mixture a friend advised me to use to keep the really strong doggy smell she seems to have at bay. When Mum came home, she cooked us beef and caramelised onion and minted lamb burgers with chips and spaghetti hoops for tea. I didn’t like the beef burgers much and think I may have liked the lamb ones better. Kieran said both were nice. Afterwards, we watched East Enders and then The Chase before going to bed.


On Tuesday, we awoke to the news that there had been a terror attack in Manchester at a concert. When I awoke around four in the morning and saw the headline, I woke Kieran and told him. We were both very shocked. For the majority of the day, we watched the news headlines to see what was going on. It was incredibly scary and upsetting news, especially as the amount of casualties was confirmed and their names and ages were released. To think that those people had just gone to a concert to watch an artist they loved and had consequently lost their lives as they were leaving. It was heartbreaking as a lot of them were young people, many under the age of sixteen, and some were parents coming to collect their children from the concert. The only humbling thing about it was to see how the emergency services and general public had reacted minutes after the first panicked calls had come from the scene. The way England responds to terror attacks is incredible. Since then, a concert has been held to show that the country, and indeed the world, is standing together in the face of terrorists and that with their evil crime they haven’t accomplished anything, except for a country pulling even closer together.


In the evening, Kieran offered to buy everyone pizza. We bought two medium pizzas, potato wedges, BBQ chicken wings, garlic bread, cookies and coke. Everyone tucked in while we watched East Enders followed by Holby and then Wentworth.


Again, Wednesday was another hot day but at last I managed to take Zena on our long working walk to the gym and back. We really were melting by the time I got home. We didn’t do much for the rest of the day but when Mum got in she cooked us chicken nuggets with chips and spaghetti hoops. We all watched the Manchester United vs Ajax Europa League match.


Another hot day came on Thursday and Zena had managed to roll in something smelly so I had to wash her again. I used warm water with the oils in plus a squirt of baby shampoo. My hope was that the nice smell of this might take to Zena’s fur or at least remove the nasty smell she was wafting about. It was absolutely boiling in the garden, so much so that Kieran’s phone came up with a warning that it was too hot to continue functioning. In the afternoon, we finished off the Dominoes cookies and Kieran booked the table for six at Yates Southampton for my birthday the following week. After this, we watched The Chase. Then, Mum cooked us dinner of garlic pork (for me) and Chinese chicken (for Kieran) with mashed potato and carrots. We watched East Enders, The Super Vet and Red Water.


On Friday morning, a parcel came for me. It was flowers from Kieran and a big birthday balloon. The flowers were called unicorn dusted roses and apparently sparkled. They smelt lovely and the balloon was great. Generally, I’m not a big fan of balloons but the helium foil ones are fine. I booked a table for the two of us at Frankie and Benny’s that evening. Another date night was in order. Kieran said it was his treat and I felt a little guilty about that because I knew it would be expensive. They had a good deal on though where, if you bought two main meals, the cheaper one was free. In the end, Kieran and I ate like royalty. For a starter, I had BBQ loaded potato skins with cheese and bacon and Kieran had Louisiana hot wings. I had a peach iced tea and he had a beer. Then, for mains, I had mushroom ravioli and Kieran had spaghetti and meatballs. I had a side of a cheesy garlic pizza bread and Kieran had cheesy bacon chips. I had another iced tea because it really was that nice. The food was lovely and afterwards I couldn’t resist the warm chocolate brownies with ice cream, whipped cream and sauce. The menu has it as chocolate sauce but I asked if I could swap it for salted caramel sauce and they agreed. It was amazing! Probably one of the best puddings I’d had in a while. Instead of a pudding, Kieran chose a cocktail, which he enjoyed very much. I think it was the best date night we’d had in a while and the nicest food I’ve eaten in ages. The ravioli had been a risk because I wasn’t sure if it would be nice or not. But I was really glad I’d taken the risk; it was delicious and I know I’ll be having it again on another Frankie and Benny’s trip, along with those amazing brownies. The size of the plates that my ravioli and Kieran’s meatballs came on were unbelievable. We definitely ate more food than two people really should eat in one evening.


Saturday brought the festival that Kieran and Josh had bought tickets to go to together. It was on Southampton Common and I felt bad because the traffic was bad in Southampton that morning so we were late in meeting Josh at Southampton station. Thankfully, we managed to get the boys there in time.


The following day, Josh and Kieran came back to mine at around four and told me all about the great time they’d had. It seemed to have been even better than they’d anticipated and it was really nice to hear about everything they’d done and how much they’d enjoyed it together. After Josh left, I went downstairs to have cheese and leek pasta while Kieran had a shower. Then, we watched the film I Give It A Year, which I hadn’t seen before and Kieran recommended. It was very funny. After that finished, we watched Gogglebox and Micky Flannigan’s Back In The Game. While that was on, midnight came and went, meaning it was my twentieth birthday. Kieran gave me his presents of a new Sky remote branded with the Liverpool crest, a lovely bracelet to replace the one he’d bought at Christmas that had broken and a mug which says `everything is better with a dog`. I loved them all, especially my bracelet as I’d missed wearing the one he’d bought before. The new one looked a lot stronger. It’s metal and although the strands of it are very thin and fragile, it seems to be held together well and I’m hoping it will last a long time.


In the morning, we went down for breakfast where Mum and Dad gave me the presents they’d bought. Kieran and I spent quite a lot of time trying to figure out how my new Apple Watch charging stand actually worked. It had come in several pieces which fit together to make it hold the charging cable and charge the watch in nightstand mode. Eventually, we figured it out. After showering and dressing, I made sure Zena was comfortable in her little room with a full bowl of water, her Nylabone and her new Kong teddy bear, named Jim by Kieran. Then, we all bundled into the car and headed for Yates where we were joined by Josh, my grandparents, my aunt and cousin for my birthday meal. I had a southern fried chicken wrap with curly fries and a coke and Kieran had a loaded stack burger, which literally contains everything, with curly chips and a beer. Mum had bought me a pick-and-mix birthday cake which was shaped like a cupcake but the chicken in the wrap had made me feel a little queasy so the cake was far too sweet to eat. Everyone else seemed to enjoy it, though. Before the wrap made me feel funny, I had fancied the toffee apple crumble from the menu so am determined to try it another time when we go to Yates again.


When we got home, we watched a bit of Judge Judy before changing channel to watch the brand new series of The Chase. ITV had stopped it about a month earlier and it had outraged a lot of people. But I was very happy it was back. Afterwards, we watched Pointless and then more Judge. While I had a bath, Kieran watched The IT Crowd and Family Guy through the chromecast. Downstairs, we watched East Enders, diabolically awful Britain’s Got Talent and then Can’t Pay, We’ll Take It Away. Overall, it had been a pretty great birthday. I’d been spoiled with lovely gifts, including those that had come from afar from Imi and Kieran’s family, and spent time with some of my favourite people.


Tuesday was another lazy day. We watched telly during the day, including Police Intercepters and The Chase. In the evening, I bought Chinese takeaway for everyone as Mum had said she fancied it the night before. We had: special fried rice, prawn crackers, curry chips, Hong Kong style sweet and sour chicken, chicken balls with sweet and sour sauce, mini spring rolls and a blackbean delight which included chicken, beef, pork and king prawns. Kieran chose the blackbean delight and prawn crackers, Tamsin wanted the chicken balls, I picked the sweet and sour chicken and we decided to share the rice, mini spring rolls and curry chips. When I was ordering the food, I asked Mum what she wanted but she just said she’d share Tamsin’s chicken balls. I was a little annoyed as it had been her idea to have the Chinese and I knew she’d normally choose her own meal; also, she didn’t end up eating much of the food, even though we had quite a bit left and Kieran had seconds. We watched East Enders, Holby and The Chase.


Of course, Wednesday arriving meant the end of Kieran’s stay. Two weeks had flown by so fast and I was sad that he was leaving, even more so this time because we really have no idea when we’ll see each other again. Kieran is waiting to hear back from the council where he completed his work experience trying to decide which part of the IT department he’d like to work in. They said they’d put an apprenticeship together for him and then get back to him on when he can start. I’m really pleased that the work experience is leading to something and that it will be paid work that can go on to his CV and hopefully lead to good career prospects in the area he wants to work in. It’ll be great for him to be working again as he really enjoyed his job in Worcester and the work experience he’s just finished. Sadly, employment means it’ll be harder for us to see each other. I feel very sad about that. We’ve done really well for the last almost year and a half and I only pray it can continue if either or both of us gain employment. It was quite easy when Kieran worked in Worcester because I could go and stay at the weekends once a month or so. The train journey to Hereford was quite a nice one. But I don’t think there’s any way I’ll be able to do that once he’s working in Newcastle. I wouldn’t expect him to do the same if I got a job here in Southampton because a weekend, although great, is a very short amount of time for quite an expensive flight. Although I’m not sure how we’ll manage it, I know somehow Kieran and I will find a way to see each other, however infrequent and short the time we get is. I’m sure that somehow we’ll make it work, hopefully with our parents helping out whenever they can. Most of all, though, I’m thrilled for Kieran; I’m glad he’s able to take a step in the right direction towards employment and the career he wants. I hope that I can gain employment or at the very least experience to boost my CV, too. It’s all steps in the right direction towards the future we want.


Before going to the airport, Dad took us to KFC so that we could have lunch. I was glad because it meant Kieran had had something more than just breakfast to eat before his flight. He’d fancied it the night before but we’d agreed on Chinese because Mum wanted it. I had a large popcorn chicken meal and Kieran had a mighty bucket for one which included chicken wings, chicken fillets and pieces of chicken with a side of gravy. We both enjoyed the food. At the airport, the check-in process was very speedy and they were ready to take Kieran through security straight away. It was a sad goodbye, but we really have had a great two weeks. I just hope the next time isn’t too far away. Long distance isn’t much fun but it’s definitely worth it for the time we get.


“I’m a sad sandwich with grumpy bread”

After almost two months of waiting, last week it was finally time for Kieran and I to see each other again.  Since we became a couple in January last year, Kieran and I haven’t not seen each other for longer than a few weeks.  However, this time, for various reasons, we were unable to visit each other any sooner than now.  I’ve been trying to solidify my partnership with Zena, which has been a lot harder than I anticipated, and Kieran has been job hunting.  When he left in February, there was a possibility that he’d be starting an apprenticeship at his mother’s work place sometime in March.  That didn’t come off so quickly; instead, he is going back and next week starting some work experience which we’ve all got our fingers crossed will lead into a full-time apprenticeship.  I’m really hopeful that this experience could lead into something permanent for Kieran.  He’s worked really hard for all his qualifications and the job he had last year.  It would be really lovely if another job was on the cards for him.  But at last it was time for us to see each other again.


Last Wednesday, Kieran boarded a plane that flew him down to Southampton Airport where Mum was planning to meet him.  But Kieran’s plane was too quick for Mum.  He landed a lot earlier than schedule predicted and Mum had to rush to get to the airport.  Thankfully, she was soon with him and they were on their way home.  By the time Kieran arrived home, it was already about twenty past ten so naturally there wasn’t much else to do with the evening other than make sure Zena had done her business, thank Mum for picking Kieran up and head on up to bed.


Thursday was a pretty relaxed day.  We had no plans to do anything and no rush to get up and go anywhere.  Zena seemed quite content with the lie-in, too.  Usually, we’re up promptly at seven in the morning and out walking before midday.  But Zena didn’t seem bothered with the little holiday she was getting so far.  Eventually, we dragged ourselves out of bed and went to have showers, going downstairs to have breakfast afterwards.  Mum had bought us some sausages the night before so that we could get the George Foreman out and have sausage sandwiches.  I put three each on the grill and Kieran set the timer.  When it came round to it, though, I really didn’t fancy sausages so made myself a bowl of sugar puffs.  Kieran didn’t bother to butter bread for his sausages and just ate all six as they were.  We had cups of tea with our breakfast.  We spent the majority of the day lounging upstairs, watching bits and pieces on telly.  When Mum was on her way home, I decided to ask if she’d get us kebab.  Kieran offered to pay and we said she could join us.  But as she was paying and didn’t have much money, she only bought what Kieran and I ordered.  So when she got in with it, Kieran gave her the money we’d have spent on the kebab so that she could get some more milk and herself something to eat.  So while we sat and munched our way through our kebabs, Mum and Tamsin headed out to get what was needed.  Once Mum and Tamsin came back and we’d finished our food, we headed upstairs and continued our lounging on the bed.


Friday was a little more productive.  We started it in the usual way, with a lie-in, showers and breakfast of Weetabix and cups of tea.  Then, while Kieran started to watch Master Chef, I took Zena out to work her up to the Co-op and back.  It is only a quick twenty-minute route but it was something.  I didn’t feel like doing the hour-long walk to the local gym because I wanted to spend my time with Kieran.  Zena didn’t seem bothered, anyway.  Once we were home, Kieran joined me downstairs and I groomed Zena.  Her fur gets quite messy all by itself so regular grooming is necessary.  After I’d finished that, we headed back upstairs and watched some more telly.


As planned, when Mum and Dad came in later on, Kieran and I were ready to be taken out to Pizza Hut in Hedge End for our first date night in a while.  Unfortunately, Mum and Dad were caught up in traffic so we didn’t go out as early as we’d hoped to.  But eventually we were there.  We were hoping to be served by our favourite waitress, who we’re certain is called Clare, but she didn’t seem to be there.  We were served by a different lady instead; as soon as she came to us, we ordered our drinks, a beer for Kieran and a refillable coke for me.  The beer offer Kieran usually partakes in was still on, two for six pounds, so he decided on that again.  Once the drinks arrived, we ordered the starters we’d decided on, cheese and bacon garlic bread for me and hot ribs for Kieran.  He’d been considering between popcorn shrimp and the ribs but settled on the ribs, telling me he’d definitely have the shrimp next time.  I’d meant to only have cheesy garlic bread but when the waitress asked for our starters, I couldn’t resist adding the bacon.  Thankfully, the waitress gave us some of the hand wipes they have on offer with our starters.  The food was tasty; Kieran really enjoyed his ribs and my garlic bread was lovely.  It did leave a really strong garlic taste in my mouth and I wasn’t sure it was quite right.  We’d ordered our main with the starters, a sharing Texas meat meltdown pizza with stuffed crust.  To begin with, Kieran hadn’t wanted stuffed crust but by the time we actually got to Pizza Hut and were eating, he was hungry enough for it.  We also ordered a portion of fries because they’ve been nice each time we’ve had them before and it was date night so we were going all out on our meal.  Once we’d finished our starters, the waitress cleared away our plates and cutlery before bringing out our steaming hot pizza.  The pizza was delicious, as always.  But our fries were not brought out with the pizza.  So Kieran and I decided to wait it out and see whether the waitress brought them out a few minutes later.  However, she didn’t; when she came over to ask if everything was all right with our meal, there was no mention of fries.  So Kieran asked for them.  The waitress rushed to reassure us they’d be over as quickly as possible.  They hadn’t even been put in with the order so we were given freshly cooked fries not so long later.  They were boiling hot and a little hard to eat at first.  My garlic bread had made me fuller than I’d thought it would and I wasn’t able to eat nearly as much pizza as Kieran managed.  I wanted to leave room for a pudding because Pizza Hut isn’t Pizza Hut without a cookie dough pudding.  So once we’d eaten as much pizza as we could fit in, I ordered a salted caramel cookie dough pudding and Kieran settled on a third beer.  The cookie dough was piping hot and delicious, still my favourite part of a Pizza Hut meal.  The starter and main courses were nice but the cookie dough was perfect.  Kieran seemed to enjoy his beer, too.


On Saturday morning, Kieran and I showered and had Weetabix breakfast as usual.  The family were out as Tamsin was at karate.  We’d planned to go for a second date meal sometime in the afternoon to the Handmade Burger Company in West Quay.  Kieran had tried it in Newcastle with his sister and loved it so I’d agreed that we could have it for a date so that I could try it.  I was a little dubious about it, though, as burgers aren’t my most favourite thing.  But I’d looked at the online menu and decided there would be something I’d like.  Annoyingly, Mum and Dad seemed to have a million and one other things they wanted to do with their Saturday so we didn’t actually end up getting to the restaurant until gone four o’clock.  We spent this time feeling very hungry and watching a mixture of telly including Master Chef, Judge Judy and The Chase.  On arrival at the restaurant, Kieran asked for the Braille menu but the waiter helping us didn’t seem at all sure whether they had one.  Kieran knew from his previous experiences that each restaurant has a Braille menu on offer so insisted that they find it for us.  Of course, Kieran was right and was presented with a Braille menu not long later.  The waitress apologised, saying it probably wasn’t the most up-to-date version of the menu but that it was all they had.  As it was Braille and had been given to us, we weren’t at all bothered.  I decided on a Hawaiian burger — a chicken breast with pineapple, cheddar cheese, smoked bacon, mango salsa, mayo, lettuce, tomato and red onion — minus the mayo, lettuce, tomato and red onion and Kieran had a double cheese and bacon burger — two beef patties, cheddar cheese, smoked bacon, smoky BBQ relish, mayo, lettuce, tomato and red onion — which sounded like quite a mountain of a burger to me.  I had mine with peri seasoned fries while Kieran went for Denver fries, which are chips topped with cheese, BBQ sauce and pulled pork; his chips definitely required cutlery.  Kieran went for a beer and I had a peanut butter milkshake.  Both drinks were huge and my milkshake was wonderful.  Kieran very much enjoyed his beer too.  Our food arrived not long later and we tucked in.  To begin with, I really enjoyed the burger.  I had to eat it in sections, starting with the top bun and then the chicken, bacon, cheese and mango salsa portion.  The mango salsa was nice, but a little too tangy for me so I scraped it off.  Then, the burger was quite nice.  I can quite understand why some people decide to have their burger minus the bun because I’d have easily done without it.  Kieran ate his in stages, too, but enjoyed every piece of his, managing to eat it all.  He loved his fries, too, but I wasn’t convinced by mine.  I’d thought the peri seasoning would be like the peri salted chips at Nando’s but they were nothing alike.  The Nando’s salt is fine like regular salt but the seasoning on these were flakes.  Overall, I don’t think I’d go back there, especially as the bill was so high, because I didn’t really enjoy the food that much; I think I’d eat it again minus the bun and with different chips but I think I’d just rather go somewhere else where I enjoy the food more.  If Kieran really wanted to go back, though, I’d go with him.  Even if I didn’t like the food that much, the milkshake really was delicious.


When we got home, we were both very full of food so we curled up on my bed and watched Gogglebox and The Last Leg, which we had recorded from the previous night.  Both were very funny and afterwards we decided to continue the comedy with a Jimmy Carr DVD in preparation for the live show we were going to see the following evening.  Kieran chose Comedian and it was a very funny DVD.


Sunday was a pretty relaxed day.  We had our Weetabix breakfast before returning upstairs and watching more Judge Judy.  We didn’t have much to do with the day because we were waiting for the evening.  At four thirty, we put the football on as Liverpool were playing Crystal Palace and it was something to watch.  Not long after it started, Josh arrived.  Originally, he’d agreed to come over and meet Kieran and I so that he could take us on the bus to the theatre for the Jimmy Carr show.  He’d asked if he could hang out at mine for a bit so that he and Kieran could catch up.  In the end, though, Mum had said she’d drive us to the theatre and also cook us all a meal before we went.  She’d offered spaghetti bolognese but I said chicken nuggets and chips would do as I didn’t really fancy a big meal like that.  Both lads agreed to the easy food, too.  We chatted — well, mostly the boys chatted and I tried to take in everything they were saying — until dinner was ready.  Then, we all sat downstairs and ate our food.  Josh had said he wanted to leave at about six thirty so that we could get there in time.  So once we’d finished our food and six thirty came around, we all headed out and piled into the car so that Mum could drive us to the theatre.  At the theatre, we formed the train — Josh leading me, me leading Kieran — and headed inside, telling Mum to be there about ten o’clock to pick us up.  As soon as we were in the main entrance, a member of staff came across and asked if we’d like to go and take our seats so we followed her in.  The show started around seven thirty and was brilliant.  We were all laughing the whole way through and thankfully there was generally quite a good crowd so the atmosphere in the room was great.  I’m glad that I can add Jimmy to the ever growing list of comedians that I’ve seen live.  Going to the comedy shows with Kieran and Josh is great fun and I hope we can continue to do it long after our last scheduled show in May.


On our way home, Kieran and I realised we felt quite hungry and I wished I’d accepted Mum’s offer of spaghetti bolognese as it would have probably filled us up a lot more.  We decided to have some snacks when we got in; Mum had given Kieran a cream egg Easter egg and he took some prawn cocktail crisps from the crisp box in the kitchen as nobody else eats them and I had some Pringles and little Millionaire’s shortbread bites.  We decided to watch Hebburn, which is still hilarious no matter how many times I’ve seen it, whilst sitting up in bed sharing our snacks.  Although it was totally junk food, it certainly filled a gap and we felt a lot better afterwards.  We watched the first episode of Hebburn and part of the second one but they kept buffering on the wifi so we decided to quit waiting for it to work.


Monday was a mostly lazy day.  We watched more of Hebburn after downloading it on to my Ipad, eliminating the annoying buffering.  Whilst watching Hebburn, we snacked on Pringles, sweets and more prawn cocktail crisps for Kieran.  Also, I groomed Zena because her fur was all messy again.  In the evening, Mum cooked us a really nice meal.  We’ve recently been going to a newly opened local butcher’s shop and trying different things from there.  I had some garlic pork and Kieran had some Chinese chicken.  We had it with mashed potatoes, carrots and sweet corn.  Mum had offered us gravy but from previous experience I didn’t think it went well with the meat.  My pork was nice but we seemed to have gotten a fatty batch of it because there was more fat than meat in what I was eating.  Kieran really enjoyed his chicken, saying that the skin had gone nice and crispy and the seasoning from the skin had nicely soaked through into the chicken itself.  It was definitely good to have a meal that wasn’t junk food.


After our meal, Kieran retreated upstairs to watch the football.  Newcastle were playing Preston and if they won, they’d instantly be promoted to the Premier League; so it was an important game for Kieran to see.  Meanwhile, I sat downstairs with Mum and Tamsin to catch up on East Enders.  Two hours later, Kieran came skipping into the living room; Newcastle had won and were promoted.  It’ll make matches next season more exciting when Liverpool and Newcastle play each other.


Tuesday was another lazy day.  Kieran had Weetabix and I had sugar puffs for breakfast.  I’d meant to have Weetabix but it tasted funny when I made it so I changed my mind.  While I dried my hair and during breakfast we listened to Ed Sheeran’s new album, which both Kieran and I love a lot.  We’ve not listened to it together until then, though, and it was nice to do so.  Afterwards, we put the rest of Hebburn on and finished it completely.  While we were watching it, Zena ran around the back garden, thoroughly enjoying the sunshine.


Upstairs, Kieran helped me to choose and order Mum’s birthday flowers.  She’s celebrating a big birthday next Thursday and I find the Moonpig website an absolute nightmare to try and navigate so Kieran lending a hand was a big help.  He also offered to pay half the price of the flowers so that they could be from both of us.  So when it came to writing a message in the little card you get, Kieran signed it from both of us.  Afterwards, we watched more Master Chef before getting ourselves some snacks.  Mum had cooked us a quiche to have for lunch so we had that with Pringles and another Easter egg which we shared.  Once Master Chef was finished, we put more of The Chase on.


That evening, Kieran treated us all to Chinese.  He chose chicken in black bean sauce and a tray of curry chips.  I chose chicken with cashew nuts and a special fried rice.  Mum asked for a mushroom chow mein and Tamsin wanted some chicken balls.  Kieran added prawn crackers and that made quite a full basket of food.  Kieran and I said that we’d share the tray of curry chips and special fried rice between us and anyone else who fancied them could have some too.  The Chinese was really lovely.  I had the chicken I’d chosen, some of the rice and some of the chips.  Kieran said his chicken was lovely and agreed with me about the rice and the chips.  Tamsin seemed to thoroughly enjoy her chicken balls and sweet and sour sauce too.  While we ate, Kieran listened to the Southampton versus Chelsea game and we had East Enders on the telly.


Sadly, today soon arrived.  We had to get up at the same time as Mum and Tamsin because Kieran’s flight was at ten past eleven.  So as soon as I realised people were awake this morning, I grumpily dragged myself out of bed.  Leaving days are always the worst, no matter how many of them we go through.  The idea of Kieran leaving is where the title of this post comes from; I said that I was grumpy and sad and grumpy which made Kieran say that I was a sad sandwich with grumpy bread.  It seemed a pretty good idea for a title for this.  Once I was up and getting dressed, Kieran reluctantly dragged himself out of bed and headed for the shower.  When we were both ready, we headed downstairs and I fed Zena before going to have my own breakfast.  We simplified it this morning, Kieran having toast and me having my usual sugar puffs.  Mum said that she’d take Tamsin to school and Dad to work before coming back to pick us up so that we could take Kieran to the airport.  We took this opportunity and used it to watch some more The Chase.  Kieran already had everything packed and there was nothing else to do.  At nine thirty, I took Zena out to do her business and we got ready for Mum to come back.  When she did, we all bundled into the car and headed for the airport.  Everything happened super speedy at the airport.  They printed off Kieran’s boarding pass and sent us to the assistance desk.  There, they said they’d take Kieran straight through security and to boarding.  So we hugged goodbye and headed in different directions.  Zena thought we were going with Kieran and tried to follow.  She seemed a little disheartened when I tugged her in the opposite direction.


It has been so lovely having Kieran to stay.  The additional bonuses of the date nights, takeaways, seeing Josh and the comedy show of course make it extra special.  But the most special part of the whole thing was spending time with my best friend after such a long time apart.  I guess two months isn’t really anything but it feels a lot when you’re almost three hundred miles apart in physical distance.  Talking each night doesn’t really come close to actually being together.  I’m looking forward to May a lot.  Kieran is coming down to stay for two weeks, encompassing our John Richardson comedy show and my birthday.  It’s going to be fun to see another comedian and to have Kieran here to celebrate my birthday with me.  So only three weeks to go and my love will be here again.

“You just needed to grow a pair”

I’m just back from an amazing weekend spent in Yorkshire with my sister Imi and her dad.  I really want to write about it as it was such a great time so I want to be able to reread this and remember how great it was in the future.  Plus, it was my first independent train trip successfully completed with Zena rather than a cane.  Even more importantly, it was my first time away anywhere with Zena by myself, without the help of parents and support of her trainer; although, if I’d have needed him, I knew John was only a text message away.  I hadn’t partaken in a sleepover with Zena before or taken her anywhere to stay overnight.  Even though this opportunity was taken so that I could spend good quality time with my sister, it was also a chance to test my ownership abilities and to see what Zena is like living away from home out of a backpack.


Before our trip, of course, I had to pack the right amount of belongings into a bag for Zena and I.  I needed enough food for Zena and clothing for myself to cover our two night stay in Yorkshire.  Despite the fact that I’d been thinking it through in my head since the day I booked the tickets, when it came to packing a bag and including all the essentials Zena would need, my brain turned to mush.  Quickly, I text Imi and asked for her experience in packing for a guide dog.  She’s been owner and mummy to Noodle for almost five years now and has worldly experience in looking after her.  As one of the best behaved and most lovingly looked after Guide Dogs I know, I knew I could count on Noodle’s teachings to Imi as an owner to be useful for me in this situation.  Obviously, I was over-thinking the whole thing; when I rattled off what I intended to bring for Zena to Imi, she reassuringly said that I seemed to have everything covered.  As it turned out, as usual I was being over cautious and packed far too much.  To be honest, though, I’m glad I over-packed our bag rather than not taking enough.  Carefully, on Wednesday morning I sat measuring out bags of food for each of Zena’s meals.  I needed five separate bags of the right amount of food for each mealtime that we’d be away for.  The previous weekend, Mum and I had gone into Tesco and bought freezer bags, the kind with the zip-lock top to keep the contents securely sealed.  Although Imi had just said `sandwich bags`, I had decided I needed those with a zip that would prevent any kind of spillage.  Train journeys are fretful at the best of times so I didn’t want to mount the additional issue of food spilt everywhere on top of everything else I already had to think about.  Although I’ve travelled many trips independently on train before, I wasn’t sure what to expect with Zena by my side rather than a cane in my hand.  I was hoping that I’d feel even more in control of the situation than I had previously.  I was worried about seating arrangements as the travel assistance people had promised that I’d be given an extra seat so that Zena could use the leg space to lie in; I was worried that the train would be so full that someone would need the seat and I’d have to make her stand in the aisle or something.  I don’t know what my rights are, as an assistance dog owner, to insist that I keep the seat for my Seeing Dog rather than allow a paying passenger to sit down.


Despite all my worrying, Thursday morning dawned and the day of our trip had arrived.  Zena made my morning that little bit more stressful by refusing to do a poo in her pen at her scheduled time.  As I had to go with Mum in the car so that Dad could take me to catch my train, I didn’t have loads of time to encourage Zena to go.  She probably picked up on the fact that I was pretty nervous and the tension in the atmosphere was probably what caused her to refuse.  But I had other things to worry about.  We needed to be on time for everything.  However, the fact that we were about to embark on a five-hour direct train journey up North and she hadn’t been to toilet did worry me a lot.  The idea of her being so desperate that she went on the train flashed in my head.  I had no idea what I’d do if that happened.  I guess I’d just have to act really incapable and hope that a member of the train crew came to my aid.  Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary.  On our way to the train station, we stopped off at a Tesco so that I could buy supplies for the journey in case I got hungry or thirsty.  I ended up coming out of the shop after purchasing two packets of star bursts, a packet of Jaffacakes, some BBQ Pringles, some Thornton’s chocolate brownies and a bottle of Doctor Pepper.  Why I thought I needed that much sugary rubbish I have no idea but it all sounded good to me at 9am on Thursday morning.  Once we’d dropped Mum off at work, Dad drove us to the train station where we went in, requested assistance and were told to wait in their waiting room.  Right on time, the assistance person came to help me board the train.  At first, they offered me two seats where there was hardly any leg room so I politely pointed out that there was no way my dog, who was definitely giving me the `are you mad, mum?` stare, was going to fit into that tiny gap.  So he helped me along the carriage to a table seat, which of course had masses of room for Zena, who seemed much more optimistic about this arrangement.  As the train pulled out of the station and I dug around for a star burst to settle myself in, I realised that I’d already made my first travel error; I’d left my unopened bottle of Doctor Pepper in the car.  Disappointed, I text my parents to ask them to put it in the fridge so that I could have it went I came home.  Not long after I’d got comfortable and had started to listen to music, the train manager tapped me on the shoulder to inform me that actually I was sitting in someone’s reserved seats and as the table seats are quite popular, he imagined that they’d be booked for the majority of the journey.  As I was travelling for three quarters of the entire train journey, he suggested that he move me to somewhere where I’d be less likely in someone else’s way.  I was a little put out by the tone he used, like I was in the way, but I can understand what he meant and he was trying to be kind about it.  He found Zena and I two seats that had more leg room than the original one the assistance man offered us.  Eager to be settled again, I just accepted, hoping it would be comfortable enough for my nonplused dog.  As it turned out, it was a much better seat choice for us both.  Zena was comfortable and I spent the journey munching on star bursts and listening to my Spotify playlists.


On arrival in York, I was more than happy to exit the train.  After a quick toilet stop, I was with Imi’s dad, Mike, and we were heading for the car.  Imi and I had agreed that Zena would go in the boot while she sat in the front with Noodle in the foot well until they’d been acquainted.  As they were going to be spending all their time together over the next couple of days, we needed Zena and Noodle to get along like a house on fire.  It took us a little while to get to where we needed to pick Imi up from her therapy session.  She had warned me the night before, whilst checking that I was good with a quorn diet during my stay, that she may be worn out afterwards.  I was good with that because, firstly, she couldn’t help it, and secondly, I knew I’d be pretty shattered after the train trip anyway.  It took us a little while to get to the train station.  I was quite surprised because Zena settled down without fuss in the boot of Mike’s car and didn’t make a single sound until she spotted Imi and Noodle heading in our direction.  Quickly, Imi clambered in the front while Mike loaded her luggage — and I say luggage because there was loads of it! — on to the backseat beside me.  We chatted about all sorts on the way home, mostly my journey and Imi’s session.  When we arrived at Mike’s, Imi set up the plan for she and I to head inside with Noodle and Zena while Mike carried our bags inside.  Although this was the best idea any of us had, I was still a little dubious about how Zena would react.  Usually, whenever she sees any kind of dog out and about, she frantically pulls in their direction.  Stumbling our way to the front door, I was glad when I was in the safety of the living room.  Once Mike had bought our bags in, he set about making us our first cup of tea of the weekend, the first of thousands, I think.  Once we’d settled in and finished our first cup, Imi showed me upstairs to the bathroom so that I could shower and change.  We’d decided to get clean and comfy before we settled down in the lounge before dinner.  While I showered, Imi took the two dogs out into the back garden.  She wanted to start collecting photos of our stay; we always have loads of photos when we get together but many more were required seeing as Zena was with us.  Many many cute pictures of the two dogs were necessary.  After I was done in the bathroom, we swapped places; Imi jumped in the shower while I was left on babysitting duty of the two girls.  During my turn in the shower, Imi had given them both a meaty treat from the bag of Pedigree Tasty Bites she had.  Zena had never had these before but it was quite clear she was already in love with them.  Both dogs edged further and further towards the bed, trying to stretch their necks towards the bag that was way out of their reach.  Thankfully, Imi was soon back from her shower the we were able to escape from the room with the tempting doggy treats.  We went downstairs, where we were treated to even more tea.  Zena seemed to decide that she wanted tea too, so I had to use my lead to attach her to the chair so that she wouldn’t dip her nose into it.


Eventually, we agreed on quorn sausages with sweet potato chips and veggies for tea, of course accompanied by copious amounts of tea.  After we’d eaten a rather nice dinner, we fed the dogs theirs.  I was a little worried about whether they’d actually eat their own food or find each other’s irresistible.  Thankfully, with Imi and I stood between the two of them as a kind of human barrier, we managed to make sure that they ate their own food.  It also seemed that Zena was intent on making sure that there was no food or water left for Noodle.  After she’d emptied her own bowl and Noodle had wandered away from hers, Zena darted in and licked the bowl clean.  I think Noodle had made sure she hadn’t left any remainders for the taking, but Zena couldn’t miss anything.  Then, she darted in front of Noodle to take her fill from the water dish, which meant that she emptied it and then waited for more.  That was when Imi and Mike discovered the disaster that is Zena’s beard; she splashed water all over the kitchen floor.  Thankfully, Mike didn’t seem too fazed by Zena’s mess and we were all soon comfortable in the lounge again.  Eventually, we settled on watching Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, one of our all-time favourite films from our younger teenage years and a major bonding point from college.  While we watched, I took charge of Imi’s BrailleNote Touch, HumanWare’s new note taker for the blind.  It is supposed to be the massive upgrade to the BrailleNote Apex that I’ve loved for years.  However, it doesn’t seem to be the machine I’ve been dreaming of for years.  It is a combination of the Apex and an Android tablet, supposedly having the force and power of Android behind it.  Unfortunately, it’s so full of bugs and problems that it’s pretty frustrating to try and use.  I much prefer my Apex to it and even though I haven’t spent a long time trying to learn how to use the Touch, I know I wouldn’t love it like my Apex until it has had a lot of updates and fixes.  Imi had asked me to update it, but I had to wait for the battery to be charged to at least 20 percent before I could perform the update.  As the battery had been completely flat when I’d tried to turn the device on and seemed to be charging at snail’s pace, I was in for a long wait.  One positive to that, of course, meant that I could enjoy the film and conversation with Imi and Mike, which was highly entertaining, so much so that the film took doubly long to watch than the run time says it should.


At bedtime, Imi let the two dogs out into the back garden and we hoped they’d do what they needed to before we headed upstairs.  Once upstairs, we decided on Come Fly With Me on Imi’s Ipad to send us off to sleep.  No sooner had she pressed play on the first episode than had Imi fallen sound asleep.


The following morning, we got up, dressed and then headed downstairs.  Once Imi had let the girls out to do their business, Mike offered us breakfast of tea and croissants.  After we’d eaten, I checked on the Touch.  It had fully charged overnight so I updated the voices and fixed the incorrect time before putting it to sleep.  At around eleven thirty, we decided to head out.  Our only plan for our time had been to take Zena and Noodle for a free run.  Imi packed a rucksack of bits and pieces we may need and I took my little shoulder bag.  On our way out, we posed with the dogs both in harness for Mike to take some photos to add to our album.  Then, we were off.  For the first part of the route, both dogs worked, Zena walking behind Noodle and actually working quite well.  I’d expected her to be an absolute nightmare as working so close to another dog and human would surely be overwhelming for her.  As I’ve said, she’s usually pretty erratic around other dogs and as Imi was becoming ever more familiar to her, I thought she’d act how she usually does when I want her to work around any other member of the family.  But she was almost perfect.  I say almost because she was absolutely useless at finding curbs.  But we made it safely to the little convenience store where Imi bought us snacks and drinks to take with us on our little adventure.


Our `little` adventure turned into an almost 8 mile walk through some really gorgeous scenery.  I don’t need to have seen our surroundings to know it was beautiful.  As soon as we were away from the road, I put Zena’s play collar, bells and all, on and we let the two girls free.  They ran off eagerly, happy to be allowed to be dogs.  Zena doesn’t get many free runs at home, so this deluxe free run with a brand new friend was an extra special treat for her.  It was pretty special for me too.  I love spending time with Imi but spending it walking through lovely open spaces in the country chatting about whatever came to mind was amazing.  I love long rambling walks with no hurry to go anywhere in particular.  Zena seemed to love it, too.  She and Noodle ran and frolicked with abandon, checking every now and then that they were still with us.  Imi snapped countless pictures of them to add to our album and some pictures of the two of us as well.  About five kilometres in, Imi found a patch of ground for us to sit on.  She laid her coat of it and we sat to eat some of our snacks and take a lot of much needed liquid in.  For snacks we had crisps, chocolate brownies and star bursts; I had a Doctor Pepper and Imi had a Ribena.  As we headed off again, we encountered a couple with a horse called Rodney.  He wasn’t a very happy horse.  Imi and I backed away with the dogs on leads and stood facing in the opposite direction to Rodney and his humans while they tried to maneuver him passed us.  Neither Imi nor I like horses much so this was a bit of a nerve racking experience, especially as Rodney didn’t seem keen on moving on.  Once he was gone, we hurried the dogs on in the opposite direction and we were soon far away from him.  The rest of the walk was thankfully Rodney free and by the time we were working the dogs back to Mike’s house, we were all tired out.  Once indoors, after discarding our muddy shoes on the front doorstep, we let the dogs drink as much water as they wanted.  Then, we settled in the living room for what we hoped would be a long relaxing rest of the day.  Both dogs all but threw themselves down on to the carpeted floor and pretty much refused to move for the rest of the day.  After a quick check, I discovered that I’d walked over 18 thousand steps, my brand new record for one day on Fitbit.  No wonder the dogs were snoozing.  While we rested our aching feet, we watched a film on Netflix called Tallulah.  It’s a Netflix original about a teenage girl who lives out of a van with her boyfriend.  When she stumbles into a hotel and is asked by a neglectful alcoholic mother to look after her toddler, she stays.  It seems as if she is only staying so that she can take some money and any valuables in sight, but when the mother comes back and passes out almost instantly, Tallulah gets out of there as quickly as she can, taking baby Madison with her.  The rest of the film is all about how Tallulah pretends that Madison is her daughter and the daughter of her ex boyfriend.  She goes to his mother’s house and lives there temporarily, soaking up the atmosphere of food and care.  But eventually the secret is out and Tallulah tries to run away with Madison.  But Madison has a fever and Tallulah takes to a hospital, hoping for treatment.  There, the police arrive and arrest her and the baby is handed back to her real mother.  The film ending is a bit of an anticlimax as the last thing we see of Tallulah is her being arrested and the last thing we know about Madison is that she is back with her mother.  I wanted a better ending than that!


That evening, we decided to have quorn bolognese for dinner.  During our walk, Imi had asked, hypothetically speaking, if I had a gun to my head what would I choose, takeaway pizza or homemade quorn bolognese? As we’d planned to have Burger King the following afternoon at the train station before my trip home, I thought the bolognese option was the better.  As much as I love a good pizza, with Imi is the only place I get quorn bolognese and I absolutely love it; there was no way I was passing on that golden opportunity.  Obligingly, Mike made us the most delicious quorn bolognese, which we both devoured hungrily.  After our lovely long walk, we were both ravenous.  The bolognese certainly fixed that.  For the rest of the evening, we chatted about all sorts whilst watching Friday Night Dinner.  Whilst watching, I sat and sorted out Imi’s Kindle Fire.  Almost two years ago, we both decided we’d quite like one and after I’d bought one for myself and liked it, I asked Kieran, Cameron and Josh if they wanted to club together with me as an extra special birthday gift for Imi’s eighteenth.  They agreed and we bought the yellow Kindle Fire.  Her reaction on her birthday was priceless; in fact, she hit me rather hard, but it was a happy response despite the ferocity.  Unfortunately, at the time when we bought the Kindle Fires, the Voice View speech software wasn’t at its best.  It has since been improved and is a lot better than before.  However, this put Imi off and she didn’t fall in love with the little yellow machine the way we’d predicted.  Before Christmas, I sold my yellow friend because I wasn’t using it enough and Imi had found a different Kindle that looked a lot better.  It was just a reading device without all the extras that the Fire offers and a lot thinner and lighter than the Fire.  So we both took the plunge and bought one.  I liked it but didn’t like how you had to connect a bluetooth device every time you wanted to use it because it didn’t feature its own speaker.  I should have known before I bought it that that drawback would frustrate me beyond belief.  Checking that Imi still had her yellow friend, I sold the newer Kindle and asked if I could buy her Fire from her.  She was more than eager to get rid of it and insisted I didn’t pay her for it.  So during Friday Night Dinner, I sat and erased it from her Amazon account, adding mine to it and setting it up as new.  I updated it so that the Voice View software was a lot better.


Saturday was a bit of a lazy day.  When we got up, I jumped in the shower before going downstairs to join Imi and Mike.  Mike made us tea and toast for breakfast and we sat watching more Friday Night Dinner from where we’d left off the previous evening.  During this, I downloaded as many books as I could onto the Kindle, hoping that they’d keep me entertained during my train journey home.  When it came to getting ready for our trip to the train station, Zena decided that her stomach needed emptying.  She was sick all over Imi’s bedroom floor.  Quickly, we called Mike to come and help us and I took Zena downstairs to let her have a drink and go into the garden.  She did this before following me back upstairs and promptly emptying everything else she’d just taken in on to the floor.  Mike was great, coming in and cleaning it to the best of his ability seeing as we were on a tight schedule to get to the station.


On the way, Zena was again sick in the car.  I felt awful because Mike had been so hospitable and lovely to me during my stay, insisting that I should come back and stay again.  Thankfully, after listening to some Ed Sheeran and The Script on the way, we were soon at the station.  After nipping to the loos, we headed to the assistance desk and I requested the assistance I’d booked.  We had quite a while before my train was due so we headed to Burger King where Mike kindly bought us dinner.  I had a chicken nugget meal and Imi had a fish burger meal.  The food was lovely and soothed my irritation at Zena’s outburst.  Even after everything, she was still scavenging for food off of the station floor.  Sadly, it was soon time to go back to the assistance desk.  A lady came to help me and said that I needed to get on the train early because it was already in and she had to send it off.  So I hugged Mike and Imi goodbye, sad to be going already.  It was such a great weekend and so nice to spend loads of time with Imi.  It was lovely for Zena to spend time with Noodle, too.  Since I’ve had her, she hasn’t had an opportunity to spend time with another dog, let alone another trained dog.  They worked well together when we wanted them to and played happily together for the rest of the time.  Zena certainly loves her cousin.  I hope we can go back soon and they can come down south in the summer.


To Mike: thank you for having me to stay.  Thank you for dealing with all the bodily fluids we threw your way, not literally thank goodness.  Thank you for the yummy food and the countless cups of tea.  Sorry for all my teasing.  Thanks for cleaning my muddy shoes.  Thank you for ferrying me to and from the train station and for giving me the opportunity to spend time with your daughter.


To Imi: thank you so much for having me to stay.  Thanks for all the advice for Zena and for supporting me with her throwing up everywhere even though I know it was hard for you to cope with.  Thank you for the snacks on our walk on Friday and for taking me along such a lovely walk.  I love spending time with you any time we can and can’t wait for next time.  Thank you for the Kindle, the `little yellow bastard` is enjoying Southampton.  You will always remain to be one of the most incredibly brave, kind, caring, clever, wonderful people I’ve ever met.  I’m so lucky that you’re my sister.  Sisters for life, always.  I’m sorry if I ask too many questions and probe where I shouldn’t.  Never be shy to tell me to shut up and get lost, I won’t be offended.  Love you lots and lots.

“I think Robbie needs to leave Take That … again”

For me, 2017 has started pretty well. From the fourth to the thirteenth day of this year, I’ve been in Blyth, spending time with Kieran and his family, mostly to celebrate his twentieth birthday, but partially to celebrate our first year anniversary. It doesn’t seem possible that it’s a year since Josh and I travelled up to Hereford for a weekend to celebrate Kieran’s birthday at the college and stayed overnight in Gardner. But apparently it is; it seems the year that changed my whole life has passed by so quickly. And it may sound like a cliche to say that that weekend changed my life but it really did, and of course for the better.

On Wednesday fourth January, as arranged, I headed to the airport with Dad and Tamsin to check in for my plane to Newcastle. My flight wasn’t until a quarter to seven, but the special assistance staff like you to be there an hour before your flight and Dad needed to pick Mum up for six o’clock so I had to go to the airport early. We left home at just gone five o’clock because Dad wanted to beat the traffic on our way. When we arrived, we went straight to the Flybe check in desk and I was given my boarding pass with no problems. The lady also printed out my assistance request, which we took to the special assistance desk and handed over. They said I would be taken through security by someone at around a quarter past six and so we had time to get a drink if we wanted. Dad had hoped for a coffee and Tamsin decided she wanted a hot chocolate so we went to sit outside the little Costa shop in the arrivals hall. I thought it best that I didn’t have a drink because I didn’t have long until I needed to go through security so wouldn’t have time to drink a hot drink before then. Once Dad and Tamsin had their drinks, Dad decided they’d leave to go and pick Mum up, hopeful that they’d get to her in time even though it was already six o’clock. So I just sat and waited for assistance to come. Not long after Dad had left, a member of the special assistance team came to help me through security, which, as I put my cane in the tray that went through the metal detector on the conveyor rather than with me, was no problem. Once through security, I didn’t have long to wait for boarding. A lady helped me through the gate and I waited with another disabled lady who needed a ramp on to the plane. I was taken on first, because they didn’t have a ramp ready, and seated again no problem by the stewardess on board.

Unlike the first time I flew up to Newcastle, the flight was pretty easy. I turned the volume up on my Ipod so that the music mainly drown out the sound of the plane’s engines. I didn’t even listen to the announcements that came over the tannoy, except for the one that said we were preparing for landing. As we hit the runway, I was thrilled; I always get a feeling of relief when the plane lands, because we’ve safely arrived. As soon as we were allowed, I turned my phone on and sent Kieran a text, telling him we’d landed. He said that they were on their way but not quite there yet. I was sure they had time. I had to wait for all the other passengers to leave the plane first and then get the little mini bus from the runway to the airport.

As I’d predicted, by the time I reached the arrivals hall, Kieran and his parents were there waiting for me. It was so good to see them all. I never like the flights to or from Newcastle so seeing the people on the other side is always lovely. This was amplified by the people who were there. We headed for the car park straight away and I was glad to be travelling by road rather than sky, even if by road meant by John’s driving, which is usually slightly terrifying. I’d definitely take that over flying any day of the week, though.

Back at theirs, Kieran and I took my stuff upstairs while Lesley made me some dinner. They’d already had theirs before coming to collect me from the airport but Lesley had put me some by, which was great because I hadn’t had time to have food before the flight and was pretty hungry by that point, despite the fact that I’d been eating my way through my bag of rhubarb and custard boiled sweets for the entirety of the flight. The chicken and lentil dinner that I ate sat in front of the TV was lovely. Boiling hot and tasty, it easily took away the funny feeling flying gives my stomach.

Thursday was a pretty lazy day, as all first days of time spent together seem to be for Kieran and I. We didn’t get up until late and even then we dawdled in showering and getting ready. Downstairs, Kieran decided on chicken nuggets and chips from the freezer for lunch. This seemed just perfect to me as I was rather hungry. We ate our lunch in front of the telly and spent the majority of the afternoon there, too, sitting in the same places long after Lesley and John came home from work. That evening, Lesley made us homemade burgers with chips for dinner. As we sat eating them, Kieran commented on the little bit of salad he had in his burger and Lesley remarked that she’d put it in because she knew he’d eat it; I grinned because I knew she knows that it would be pointless giving me leafy stuff or tomatoes in my burger because there is no way I’d eat it.

Friday was another lazy day. As always, Lesley wasn’t working and had intended on going out shopping because she had a voucher to spend. But in the end, as the weather was pretty miserable and Kieran and I hadn’t come downstairs until late, none of us could be bothered. Instead, we sat and ate fish finger sandwiches for lunch, making conversation for most of the afternoon. When John came in from work later on, he was surprised to find the TV turned off and us all sat there. While we stayed where we were, he headed for the cross trainer in the dining room as he’s decided to diet. Not long after he’d started his exercise, John started to sing along with the music he was listening to through his headphones. He had us all laughing with his pronunciation of the word arranged. Later, when we told him about this, he put the song on through his Ipod speaker to prove that the word was originally sung that way. It wasn’t, which made John’s singing even funnier. That evening, Kieran and I shared a pepperoni pizza between us, which was very nice. We watched some more TV, including Big Fat Quiz, which was quite funny.

On Saturday, John went to watch the football at Newcastle. Meanwhile, Lesley decided it was time Kieran and I got out of the house. We put our shoes and coats on and headed out for a walk to the nearby beach. There, we sat outside the little fish and chip shop and shared a portion of fish bites, chicken nuggets and chips. I wasn’t that hungry so just stuck to the chips. Once the food was gone, we continued on our walk, now heading for Kieran’s grandparents’ house. It was a really nice walk and we talked about how it was perfect for cyclists and dog walkers. It made me think about how, if I’d been a sighted person, I’d have loved to cycle everywhere. I always liked riding around on my bike at my grandparents’ house and loved the tandem riding sessions that secondary school arranged. The walk also added nicely to our Fitbit step count and Kieran even decided to set up a weekend challenge because of the walk. At Kieran’s grandparents, his gran offered us cups of tea and after deciding not to have a drink with lunch, I wasn’t going to refuse the offer. On our way to their house, we’d met John, who had realised on his way home that he didn’t have a key with him. Luckily, Kieran had grabbed his key on our way out so handed it over to John, who agreed to come and pick us up when we were ready to go. As it happened, John sent Kieran’s sister Rebecca to come and get us because she’d just walked come in herself. One of her work colleagues was coming to hand over some stuff for work, so she was in a bit of a rush to pick us up before they arrived. As it happened, Rebecca ended up at the wrong relative’s house. She’d mistaken which grandparent’s house John had meant when he’d told her to come and pick us up. As she was in a hurry to meet her colleague, Kieran’s gran offered to drive us home to ease the situation. This did solve the problem, but when we were almost halfway home, she realised she’d forgotten to give Kieran his birthday cards in the confusion in the change of plan as we left the house.

That night, as it was Saturday night and Kieran’s birthday the following morning, everyone agreed on a takeaway and on pizza. Kieran suggested a local place that they liked called Juliet’s. There, you choose which toppings you want on your pizza so you have whatever you want. Kieran was having some kind of meat feast pizza and I decided to have the same because I wasn’t completely sure how many toppings you could have on your own pizza. Anyway, the meaty pizza sounded nice and it was the kind of thing I’d have chosen when making a pizza myself. Not long after the pizza had arrived, we were trying to find something to watch when John decided on a program called Heburn, which I’d never heard of. They were all surprised about this and insisted that we watch it. I’m glad they did because Heburn is brilliant! Heburn is where the title of this post comes from, too. The pizza was brilliant as well. The toppings were more than enough but not too much at the same time.

When Sunday came, it was Kieran’s birthday. He was in no rush to get up and before we had showers, I gave him the presents I’d posted up to him. I’d bought him a portable USB phone charger, new braided lightning cable, metal Apple Watch strap and box of Maltesers. I also had cards from my parents and grandparents. Mum had sent Kieran an Itunes voucher and a box of assorted sweets. Nan and Grandad put a ten pound note in a card for him. After he’d finished opening his presents, Kieran headed for the shower while I tidied up and found clothes for the day.

Downstairs, Lesley served us cooked breakfast for brunch. The hash browns on it were lovely. During the afternoon, we watched the football on telly. It was Liverpool versus Plymouth in a cup match which unfortunately ended in a draw. After Rebecca had come in from work, Kieran’s grandparents arrived with their cards for him. Then, Lesley bought out a birthday cake complete with candle for Kieran. The cake was lovely; it was sponge with cream and chocolate topping.

When everyone was ready later on, and Rebecca’s boyfriend, Darren, had arrived, we headed out for the arranged meal to celebrate Kieran’s birthday. He’d decided on TGI Fridays and had booked a table earlier that day. He’d also been given an offer for six free cocktails because it was his birthday. Everyone seemed to be looking forward to them a lot. As it always is, the food at TGI Fridays were great. We all had starters and main meals. I chose mozzarella dippers, which Kieran promised would be like the mozzarella sticks I used to love in Hereford, followed by sesame seed chicken strips with Jack Daniels glaze with fries. I think the last time I had a meal at a TGI’s was for Mum’s birthday last May. It’s quite expensive to eat there so we only go on really special occasions. I wish we had more of them to go for because there’s so much on the menu to choose from and the food is always nice. As Kieran had promised, the mozzarella dippers were just like the sticks from takeaways in Hereford. I couldn’t eat all of them — because I knew that if I did there was no way I’d be able to manage much of the main meal I’d already ordered — so shared them out with Lesley and Kieran. Kieran himself had chosen a shrimp starter and a burger called The Warrior. Its title suggests how big it was. Usually, Kieran manages most of the food he chooses but this burger beat him. It contained two beef burgers, mozzarella dippers, two types of cheese, bacon, caramelised onions and mayonnaise. It was also served with onion rings. Everyone else seemed to enjoy their food, too. When we told the waitress that we didn’t want puddings, she bought out a slice of birthday cake for Kieran to take away but said that as it was only her and us there, she wouldn’t sing to him.

After we got back, John put Heburn on. We were starting season two and it was as good as the first had been.

The next day brought our one year anniversary. As I said above, it hardly seems possible that we are a year on from last January already, a year on from when everything that had been building up for so long had exploded and changed everything. We had a really great weekend that first weekend in Hereford — and the second had been wonderful a month later, too. It seems odd now that it took us so long this time last year to get to the point that we did. Now, you’d have never thought Kieran and I felt awkward about taking the leap from best friends to being a couple, felt really strange about somehow explaining this to our families. We’d bought each other anniversary gifts. I hadn’t had a clue what to buy Kieran as I’d exhausted all good ideas for his Christmas and birthday gifts. So I had to make do with my final idea for an anniversary present. I decided on an aftershave gift set for Kieran. He chose much more inventive gifts for me; I got a giant box of Maltesers, a packet of strawberry laces and a cuddly toy monkey who has a beanie lavender scented belly. He’s actually one of those that you can put in the microwave and heat up to keep you warm. Kieran chose it because I’ve said so many times how it’s cold here most afternoons while I’m doing my uni work. So Cuddles the microwave monkey is to keep me warm. For our anniversary breakfast, we had Lesley’s homemade carrot and coriander soup, which we sat and ate in the dining room whilst listening to the Jack and Michael Whitehall autobiography that we’d started at mine before Christmas. We spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on Kieran’s bed listening to the audiobook and sharing the strawberry laces. That evening, we had mince and dumplings for dinner and Rebecca and Darren joined us. Afterwards, once John had come home from his refereeing, we watched the last few episodes of Heburn. It ends brilliantly and I’m glad they didn’t continue making episodes after the final one, a Christmas special, because I think there were no more ideas and they would have ruined it.

On Tuesday evening, after a suggestion from Lesley, we went out on a spontaneous date night. We went to Sambuca’s, the Italian restaurant we’ve been to before. I think Lesley suggested it because we’d been in the house since coming home on Sunday night from the birthday meal. Kieran decided that we should have starters. So I chose garlic bread and he had prawns. For our main meals, Kieran chose steak with prawns and torizo and I had the tuna and garlic pizza I’d had last time. As it had been then, it was delicious. Kieran thoroughly enjoyed his steak, too. It was really nice to be out on a date night by ourselves and really lovely of Lesley to suggest it for us. It was extra special as we could celebrate our year anniversary. Also, it was the first date night we’ve had so far in Blyth. I hope we can have more.

The following morning, I ate some of the leftover pizza I’d bought home from our date night. Kieran had some more of the soup that Lesley had made. As I hadn’t done any since arriving a week before, I decided that I needed to spend the remainder of the afternoon doing some uni work. So I got out my little laptop and settled on the sofa to do some work. I didn’t get loads done but I did manage to move forward with the online activities from the point I’d been stuck at for quite some time. I was glad that I was making progress again. Before Christmas, I’d lost the motivation to persevere with online activities. It all seemed to have become so tedious. There was two months until my next assignment submission date so I’d become lazy. Doing work with company was nice, too. I was able to pause every now and then to chat to Kieran. It was much nicer than doing it alone. That evening, Lesley cooked us fish cakes and chips. The fish cakes were lovely. They were the ones I’d had there before, with cheese in the middle. After we’d eaten, I decided to try and find some commentary for the football match that was on. It was Southampton versus Liverpool so one of my favourite matches. The Liverpool FC website had its own commentary so I listened to that. Unfortunately, it was another bad game for Liverpool. In fact, it was one of the worst I’ve experienced in a while. Liverpool lost to Southampton. Luckily, there’s a second leg to this round of the cup so there’s a chance for Liverpool to score more goals and beat Southampton to the next round of the cup.

On Thursday, Kieran had to go for an appointment to the doctors for his ESA sick note. I stayed behind and started doing uni work. But I received a text message from John, Zena’s trainer, to say that he was planning to start our training on the thirtieth of this month. I was thrilled. I’d been hoping to hear from him soon as he’d predicted that we’d start training at the beginning of February. I text Imi to tell her and she rang me so that we could chat about it. By the time we’d finished talking, Kieran was home. Together, we decided that we’d go out for lunch. Lesley had taken the day off so she could take Kieran to his appointment. We ended up at a Hungry Horse pub in Cramlington called The Seven Oaks. I had macaroni cheese, which came with garlic bread, and Kieran had chicken with bacon, cheese and BBQ sauce. Lesley had a starter of garlic mushrooms and then a jacket potato. The food there was lovely too. Afterwards, we went into the shopping centre in Cramlington, going into Sainsbury’s, Boots and a butcher’s shop where Lesley bought sausage. When we arrived back, I decided to do more uni work. Later, we had the sausage Lesley had bought earlier for dinner, sausage and mash with veg. After dinner, Kieran and I decided to go upstairs and we watched the new Josh Widdicombe DVD `What do I do now?` which Kieran had received for Christmas. It was a good DVD, but we both fell asleep during it.

Friday arriving meant I had to prepare to go home. I’d booked the return flight at the same time as I’d booked the incoming flight so that I didn’t end up staying for several weeks again. I didn’t want to stay that long every time I visited — I’d never meant to stay that long in one go before anyway — because it’s not really fair to ask someone to put me up for that long. Once we dragged ourselves out of bed, I packed up all my stuff while Kieran had a shower before having a shower myself. When I came back into the bedroom, Kieran told me to hurry because his grandparents were waiting downstairs. As soon as I’d finished drying my hair, Kieran headed downstairs to see them while I did my eye drops and sorted the last few bits and pieces of my stuff out. Once I’d finished, I headed downstairs. Lesley and Kieran dashed out to the post office quickly because it was due to close soon and they had parcels to collect. Meanwhile, I sat chatting with Kieran’s grandparents and drinking the cup of tea left for me. When they came back, it turned out they’d also gone to the pharmacy and a sweet shop. Kieran brought back a paper bag of cola cubes for me. I’d mentioned them to them the previous day in Sainsbury’s but they didn’t have any. I was really pleased with the cola cubes and knew they’d be great that evening on the plane. After Kieran’s grandparents had left, Lesley cooked Kieran and I some pasties and potato waffles. I had a steak pasty while Kieran had one of the sausage and bean melts. After we’d eaten, we went upstairs and Kieran worked for a while on his laptop while we listened to music. They’d decided that they were going to have a meal once they’d come back from dropping me at the airport. A little later on, Lesley bought up cups of tea and a plate of homemade cookies for us. The cookies were lovely. While Lesley was upstairs, I asked for a toasty for my dinner. I knew I needed to eat something before the plane and we hadn’t had toasties yet. Around six o’clock, Lesley called us down and I had a cheese and ham toasty for dinner. Not long after I’d finished eating, Lesley said we should probably get ready and set off for the airport because the roads were bad due to the weather conditions. It had snowed the night before and I’d checked online with Flybe that my flight was still going ahead. We reached the airport early and I was checked in quickly. The special assistance staff took quite a while to come and meet us but as soon as they were there, I had to say goodbye and go with them. Saying goodbye was rubbish as it usually is, even more so as I’m not sure when Kieran and I are going to see each other again. As I’m Seeing Dog training over the next month, I’m not going to be able to go up to Blyth again for a while. I’ll need to settle myself and Zena into a routine and get us used to each other. Also, it’s a lot of learning for us both so changing the surroundings so dramatically and taking her on a plane to Blyth, where I know no routes at all to walk her on, probably isn’t a very good idea. I hope, though, that once we’re settled and I’m confident with what I’m doing, I’ll be able to go up and spend time with Kieran and family again, as long as Lesley and John don’t mind having Zena too. Until then, I hope Kieran will come down to see me because, even though it’s only Monday now, I miss him already. Long distance sucks. But I had a really great time in Blyth again. It was great to spend time with Kieran and all the family and I hope that, once everything has settled down here, I can go back and visit again.

To Lesley and John: Thank you lots for having me to stay again. Thank you for all the lovely food, for doing my laundry, for all the meals out and for introducing me to Heburn. I really appreciate you having me and it’s nice to spend time with you all. Thank you for suggesting we go out for date night. PS: I was told you found J and L rather funny so thought, well, meh to you both!

To Kieran: Thank you for our year. It has been a really great year and although I have not loved every minute, we have had some truly amazing times. Thank you for putting up with me, with my never ending tech questions and my forever planning miles ahead. Thank you for the date night dinners, the comedy gigs, the cuddles, the laughs, the support, kindness and love. Thank you for being you, the person I fell in love with well over a year ago now. When I realised I’d fallen in love with my best friend, I knew that wasn’t going to go away. But never did I dream he’d feel the same. How wrong was I, eh? It is the most incredible thing and I don’t intend for it to change. I look forward to the future that is ahead of us, despite the struggles we may have now staying motivated in, for you, finding a job and, for me, my university studies and search for an apprenticeship as well as all of the headaches the distance brings. One day, hopefully we won’t have the distance. Even if we do, it is already worth it. I love you very much — and I don’t care if anyone thinks I’m soppy or slushy because I mean it and I like telling you.

“Please don’t mount my sister in front of me”…

Over the last week, I’ve crammed more into my daily life than I have in the last month. Another meet-up has come and gone and again I want to write about it, especially as the gang was fully reunited for an evening.

Last Wednesday, Kieran boarded an early flight that brought him into Southampton Airport at around 10 am. Just like last time, Dad and I were waiting there to meet him and were slightly happier than last time because we’d found a free car park. Usually, the airport parking costs over a fiver, so finding free parking was an extra bonus to the day.

Kieran was slightly later off the plane than last time. I think it must have been a full flight; either that or Southampton’s assistance staff weren’t doing a great job. They were better than last time, according to Kieran, because the person who brought him out to us actually guided him properly. From our experience, the staff at Southampton have no idea how to guide a blind person. They aren’t dangerous but they don’t use the preferred sighted guide by elbow method that people are taught to use. However he was guided, he arrived in the arrivals hall without problem and with his suitcase, ready for a week’s stay at mine before Christmas. The moment we met up, I was smiling. As of that moment, Kieran and I have managed to see each other at least once a month for every month this year. Seeing as we live at polar ends of the country and he was working for six of those months, I think that’s bloody good going. If we can manage half of that next year we’ll be lucky. I’m incredibly glad that for the first eleven months of our relationship, we’ve been able to see each other once a month. Distance is difficult at the best of times, especially when six months previous to the beginning of our relationship we spent almost every day of the last two years together. But we’ve managed it, and that makes me happier than anything.

Dad had decided that before he took us home, he was going to take us for breakfast at one of his favourite little cafes in Eastleigh. To begin with, Kieran insisted that he didn’t want anything to eat and would just have a coke because he’d had a sandwich earlier that morning. But eventually we persuaded him to have something and he settled for a bowl of chips. I insisted that he should have something to eat because we wouldn’t be eating until about 7 pm that evening. I chose a pesto, cheese and tomato baguette. This was a risky move for me because I wasn’t sure whether I’d like it because of the pieces of tomato. My hope was that there would be more pesto and cheese than tomato and I’d be able to cope. Thankfully, that was the case and I managed to pluck out the bits of tomato I came across. The pesto and cheese combination was rather tasty and I remember thinking how I need to have more pesto in my diet. From experience with Imi, pesto pasta is one of the nicest meals and pizza topped with pesto is delicious. But I have to rely on visits to Imi for my pesto fix because nobody at home will eat it so we don’t buy it. Dad enjoyed his breakfast and Kieran munched his way through the chips so breakfast was a success.

On our way home, we popped into see my Great Nan, who seemed pretty thrilled to see all three of us and agreed that she would definitely come down to ours for Christmas dinner. This is a result where she is concerned because for as long as I can remember she’s refused to go to anyone’s for Christmas dinner. She even relented and agreed to come to Nan’s for the Boxing Day festivities too, saying that she didn’t want to upset us all by declining the offer. After that, we headed home. Dad didn’t have much planned for the day. He didn’t even need to collect Tamsin from school because my grandparents were taking her to my cousin’s Christmas performance in the evening. So the only thing that was scheduled was Mum coming home from work later on. Kieran and I spent the afternoon lounging on my bed having a cuddle and catching up.

On Thursday, we went to Nan and Grandad’s for roast dinner. They picked us up on their way from collecting Tamsin from school. Nan had offered to cook a roast as a little Christmas celebration for Kieran as we aren’t spending Christmas together and Nan wanted to give him her little sack of gifts. It was quite early when we got to theirs and as we wouldn’t be eating until at least six-thirty, the time did seem to drag by a little bit, especially as my sister hadn’t brought her headphones with her, meaning we had to listen to all the videos she was watching on her phone. Kieran and I were both trying to preserve phone battery, too, as we hadn’t brought a charger with us, mainly because Nan always gives a funny response whenever you ask to charge something in her house. It probably has something to do with the fact that Dad now lives there and uses up a lot of electricity. I don’t doubt that their electric bill has increased quite a lot since he moved in last year.

Before Mum and Dad came in from work, Nan gave Kieran his Christmas presents. She’d only bought him toiletries, chocolates and some socks, but it was nice that she included him in her people to buy presents for list. The liquids, like the shower gel and shampoo, have to stay at mine because Kieran couldn’t take them back on the plane because of the restrictions. As Kieran said, though, it saves me from having to buy him new supplies when his current ones run out.

When Mum and Dad did come in, we all sat down to eat together. Nan had cooked roast chicken with all the trimmings and it was nice. Afterwards, she’d bought an eat and mess cheesecake for pudding, which I really didn’t fancy after the big dinner I’d eaten. Kieran and Mum both said it was tasty, though, but very sweet due to the massive chunks of white chocolate in it.

Friday was a quiet day. In the evening, though, Mum and Dad took Kieran and I out to Hedge End to Pizza Hut for our last date night of the year. We’d agreed on Pizza Hut again as Dad had suggested it and we’ve loved all our Pizza Hut dates before. We were hoping to be served by the same waitress we’ve had the last two times as she’s been really great. Sadly, we were served by another lady who, to begin with, didn’t seem quite as friendly as our usual lady. It took her a long time to come and take our food and drink orders. Eventually, we were able to order. Kieran had a pint and I had a refillable coke. Then, we decided to partake in a deal Kieran had received via email that meant we each got an individual pizza, starter and drink for 15 pounds. This meant that even though we were ordering more food than usual, the bill would be considerably cheaper — not that that is a consideration when we’re out on date night because money is not even worried about. Date night is about going all out and spoiling each other to celebrate what we have. As well as all the items in the deal, we also ordered a bucket of fries to go alongside our pizzas as we’ve loved them previously. We both ordered the same pizza, the Texas meat meltdown, because we absolutely loved it last time. The other BBQ pizza that we’ve had before is nice, too, but we both really fancied that one. When our starters arrived, Kieran tucked into his chicken wings and I thoroughly enjoyed my cheesy garlic bread. As Kieran pointed out when the waitress had moved away, after I’d quickly remembered to add the fries to our order, I hadn’t asked for bacon and cheesy garlic bread, which is what we’d had before and what I’d meant to ask for. It didn’t matter though because the cheesy garlic bread minus the bacon was yum. As we were finishing our starters, the waitress came back to tell us that our pizzas were ready so did we want them then or did we want to wait. I quickly said we’d have them then as I thought that if we left it, they’d either go cold or be put underneath one of those heat lamp things and dry out. I’m glad I chose that option because the pizzas were absolutely gorgeous! They were so freshly cooked and really hot. As we ate our pizzas, we realised that the fries hadn’t come out. When the waitress came back to check that everything was good with our meals, Kieran explained this and she said she’d bring them out straight away. They came out, piping hot, and were delicious too. Because of the delay to bringing out the fries, the waitress said she’d taken them off our bill. They were that much nicer because they were free.

When we’d had enough of our pizzas, the waitress packed them into a box for us to take away with us. When she came back, she informed us that because of the delay in bringing out our food, they were giving us free puddings if we wanted them. I was already planning to have cookie dough, because it isn’t a good Pizza Hut meal if I don’t, and Kieran agreed to have cheesecake. He was already thinking about it but definitely decided to go for it because it was free. Again, the puddings were extra tasty because they were free. We went home full to bursting with pizza and pudding that night, another successful and delicious date night.

Saturday was the start of our crazy weekend. We already had panto planned for Saturday night and then a stay in a hotel with Imi and Josh interrupted by a Seann Walsh comedy show scheduled for Sunday. The arrangements for the stay in the hotel had been a bit of a nightmare as the comedy show was already planned and nobody was sure how we were going to make it work. Of course, we knew we had to because opportunities to see Imi aren’t regular, especially ones where she is driven down to see us. So, on Saturday evening after Dad had come home from work, we bundled into the car and headed for the Mayflower Theatre where we were meeting Josh and his mum for panto. It was Robin Hood featuring East Enders’ stars Jessie Wallace and Shane Richie, better known as Cat and Alfie Moon. They’re not in the show at the moment but have always been two of my all-time favourite characters so when Josh suggested that we should all see panto together this year and explained that it featured them, I knew that we just had to. Josh already said that his mum would probably like to go and I knew my Mum and Tamsin would probably enjoy it so we planned it for all of us. As Kieran was already coming down for Seann Walsh the following night, he didn’t really have much choice but to come to see the show too. Even though my ears were ringing for quite a while afterwards due to the almost too loud sound effects, I thoroughly enjoyed the performance, even more so because of Jessie and Shane. There were so many East Enders references, which I absolutely loved, and the other characters were great too. Shane played Robin Hood and Jessie played Maid Marion, so it was great to have them as a couple just like in East Enders. The sighted members of our group enjoyed the 3d segment of the show, too.

On Sunday, Mum took Kieran and I into town so that we could have Nando’s before meeting Josh and Imi at the hotel. We’d agreed on Nando’s because we both loved it and have mostly had great service from them in the Southampton branch. We were seated relatively quickly and ordered straight away, declining the menu as we already knew what we wanted. Kieran had his usual double chicken burger with hot sauce and sides of spicy rice and peri salted chips. I had my double chicken wrap with lemon and herb sauce, no lettuce and a side of peri salted chips. Kieran decided to have a Portuguese beer and I stuck with the refillable coke, knowing I’d probably need the second and third helpings. As always, the food was great. I was really glad I had said no lettuce because it made the wrap so much nicer. The peri salted chips were good, too. Kieran enjoyed his burger and was glad that the hot sauce helped to clear his blocked nose.

Once we’d finished our meal, Mum came to get us and drove us to the hotel to meet Imi and Josh. To begin with, we were unsure whether we’d come to the right Premier Inn, but then Imi and Josh appeared. Imi told Mum she had gifts for her and Tamsin up in our room so Mum brought Tamsin, who was very excited to see Imi and Noodle, into the hotel and we all went up to the room. Quickly, Imi gave Mum and Tamsin their gifts and then they left us to it, with Mum offering her taxi services for that evening if we got stuck. Immediately, Imi offered everyone a cup of tea, which Kieran and I accepted, and set about making it. She’d bought a lot of supplies to see us through the evening. Once the tea was made, Imi and I headed to the neighbouring Co-op with Noodle because Imi wanted to buy something to eat. The Co-op really is next-door to the hotel and Imi had no problem finding it. She chose a wrap, some satsumas and a couple of bottles of diet coke. Back at the hotel, Kieran and Josh had made themselves comfortable on the big double bed in one of our two adjoining rooms so we settled in around them. Not long later, we decided to swap presents, doing our mini Christmas that we’d planned. We’d all bought each other really nice gifts. I was really pleased with mine from Josh and Imi. The only strange part of our mini Christmas was that Kieran and I weren’t swapping gifts. We’d put our presents to each other in the post because there was no other way to get them to each other. Imi bought Josh a massive make-up set, which she immediately opened and insisted on painting his nails. Josh refused as he was working on Tuesday and there wasn’t a clear nail varnish in the set. So then, to try and encourage him, I let Imi paint my nails in the natural colour. I never have my nails painted because I chew them but I like having it done because it’s a funny feeling when the varnish is being applied and it smells lovely. To make them set quicker, Imi made me run my hands under the cold tap in the bathroom. Her trick seemed to work because not long later my nails were dry and the varnish was completely smooth.

At around a quarter past six, Josh said that we needed to get our stuff together and head out for the comedy show. We had to walk to catch a bus which would take us to the Nuffield Theatre, about a half hour ride from the hotel. It felt weird leaving Imi behind in the hotel and I felt sad that the comedy show clashed with our time with Imi. But there was nothing we could do about it. We all like the comedian we were going to see and the tickets were booked and paid for. The walk to the bus-stop was pretty speedy for our three-man train because Josh wanted to make sure that we arrived in time for the right band. The bus ride to the theatre was fine; there was auditory announcements on the bus and they were different to the ones I’m used to on the First Bus services I’ve used before. These announcements were spoken by the Daniel voice that we’re all so used to from our screen readers. It was funny listening to him tell us which stops we were approaching along the way. Once we reached the correct bus stop, Josh guided us both into the theatre and to our seats no problem. As he’s volunteered at the theatre for over a year now, he’s very familiar with the layout and also the other staff who work there, a few of which he said hello to on our way. The warm-up act for the show was a one-liner comedian. He was funny, but one-line jokes aren’t really my thing. He had some good material, though, and was definitely a good warm-up act. Seann himself was brilliant! We were all laughing throughout the whole show and at one point Kieran and Josh started a clap where they only clapped once and that circulated around the audience for the rest of the show, making everyone sound very sarcastic in their response to Seann’s jokes.

Back at the hotel, Imi was waiting up for us. It took us a little while to figure out the lift, and only managed to get up to our floor with the help of someone else. The boys couldn’t get into the room, either, but Imi came and opened the door, laughing at us for our incompetence. For the rest of the evening and the majority of the night, we munched our way through the snacks we’d bought and chatted about all sorts. At one point, Imi, Kieran and I were laying on the big double bed and Josh was on the sofa/single bed when Kieran and I were having a hug. Imi came out with the hysterical line `please don’t mount my sister in front of me!` which, as it was the politest offering we had, has been taken as the title. The other option `Dickhead!` didn’t quite seem appropriate, especially as I’ve refused to use similar titles in the past. It was almost five in the morning by the time we fell asleep. Josh curled up under a single duvet on the sofa bed and the three of us snuggled down together on the big bed. Imi seemed quite content curled up beside Kieran and I, even if it did take me about half an hour to actually lay on her pillow rather than underneath my chin. Nights like these happened a lot at college and it was nice to share the experience again. Some of the conversations that late at night were hilarious, including naming certain parts of the body Mildred and Derek and Imi taking an earring out and deciding it was a little mouse. Despite my persistence, she refused to put the earring back in and placed it on the bedside table. Whether she actually remembered to pick it up in the morning, I have no idea.

The following morning, we ate pringles and had cups of tea for breakfast whilst packing up the room. Imi’s dad had said that he wanted to be on the road no later than eleven am because they had the long trek back to York. As Imi packed, she let me have a little play with her brand-new Braillenote, HumanWare’s recently released BrailleNote Touch. I am very jealous that she has this device as it’s amazing and the next generation in Braillenotes, a massive step forward from my beloved Apex. However, I’m really glad that Imi managed to get funding for it because I think it’ll benefit her hugely. She’s already in love with it so that already shows. Sadly, at around ten thirty, Imi’s dad had packed up the car and it was time to say our goodbyes. With tight hugs and promises to see each other soon, we went in separate directions. I’m hopeful that, if I qualify with Zena in the new year, I’ll be able to go and visit Imi at her foster house again with hopefully the boys joining me.

We’d agreed to walk into town and get some lunch. We decided on Burger King because we were all tired from the time we’d just had and it was simple to get to. Both Josh and Kieran had bacon double cheese burger meals and I had a six chicken nuggets meal. The cashier offered to bring it over to us, which was helpful as we were laden down with shopping bags and rucksacks. When the food was brought to our table, Josh headed off and filled our paper cups up with fizzy from the machine. Then, we all tucked into our food. I don’t think I’ve had their nuggets before, but they were lovely, much nicer than other fast food places’ are. The boys seemed to enjoy their burgers, too. Afterwards, we headed for the bus. Josh wasn’t entirely sure where the no. 11 bus-stop was and my directions weren’t the clearest so we ended up wandering around town looking for no. 11 bus-stops. In the end, Josh looked it up online and found the bus-stop that I’d been trying to direct him to. We went to it and he realised how my directions made sense. The no. 11 bus has auditory announcements so getting home was no problem. There is always a little worry when you first get on the bus whether the announcements are going to be turned on. Thankfully, they were and we reached my bus-stop in no time.

We’d all decided to have showers so as soon as we were home, I set everything up and got Josh a spare towel out. While Kieran and I had our showers, Josh watched the Gavin and Stacey Christmas special on Netflix. He’d been disappointed because at his new flat they haven’t yet got wifi so he hasn’t been able to watch it. By the time we had all had showers, the Christmas special was finished and we decided to continue watching Gavin and Stacey, going on to series three. By the time Josh decided to head off and catch his bus, we were on the last episode of Gavin and Stacey. I decided to put The Royal Family on after it because we’d started watching it when I was at Kieran’s and I wanted to continue watching it. As I was tidying up around the room, I realised that Josh had left his socks behind. Quickly, I sent him a text, hoping he hadn’t yet caught his bus, and he came back to pick them up. This was all pretty amusing because last time he stayed he left – T-shirt behind, which I’d only just given back to him.

Tuesday was a lazy day. I was feeling quite ill with a cold and aches and pains, I think brought on from lack of sleep from the night before and the air conditioning in the hotel. Kieran and I drifted in and out of sleep all day, catching up on what we’d missed Sunday night. Then, when Mum came in, we ordered a Chinese for the three of us to share. Kieran had had the idea on Saturday night, saying it would be nice if we joined together and bought Chinese for the three of us. It was lovely! We ordered eight dishes and it cost 30 pounds. I had curry chips, Hong Kong style sweet and sour chicken, special fried rice and mini spring rolls. Kieran chose satay chicken and had a portion of curry chips too. He shared the rice and mini spring rolls. Mum chose a mushroom chow mein and shared some of the rice, spring rolls and curry chips. Owe all thoroughly enjoyed and ate until we were full. After our food, Mum gave Kieran his Christmas present that was bought for his stays at ours. Countless times, I’d suggested to him that he bought a pair of his pyjamas from home, which he rarely wears, down to mine so that we Mum needs to do the washing he has something to change into. But he’d hadn’t gotten round to it. So for Christmas Mum bought him a pair of blue checkered pyjamas. Funnily enough, in teenage romance stories that I’ve read, all the boys have worn blue checkered pyjamas. It made me smile because now Kieran has a pair. They fit, too, which is an extra bonus.

Sadly, Wednesday had arrived and it was time for Kieran to prepare for his flight home. After we were showered and dressed, we headed downstairs and set up the George Foreman for our breakfast. We’d agreed on fish fingers and potato waffles because it was better than Weetabix and I wanted Kieran to have proper food because his flight. The fish fingers and potato waffles went down nicely with our giant mugs of tea. While we ate, we continued our audiobook reading of `Him and Me` by Jack and Michael Whitehall, which we’d started the previous afternoon when we’d not been sleeping. It is a highly entertaining book and I intend to continue reading it during the Christmas break, when I can actually take time off from studying to enjoy a book. Grandad came right on time at midday and we hurried to get ready for our trip to the airport. The trip to the airport turned into a bit of a nightmare. Grandad didn’t know where the airport was and it took the aid of Google Maps on Kieran’s phone to get us there. Even then, we had quite through the train station to get to the airport because we’d parked on the wrong side.

Thankfully, once we’d made it out of the train station, the airport was in sight and once inside, Grandad found the Flybe check-in desk with ease. The lady there checked Kieran in, gave him his boarding pass and pointed us in the direction of the special assistance desk. An assistant immediately came to help Kieran. Quickly, we hugged and kissed goodbye, realising there probably wouldn’t be another chance, and then headed in different directions. Grandad had thought that the toilets and security were in the same direction but they weren’t so we didn’t get another chance to speak to each other.

I spent the rest of the day with Nan and Grandad and as we were heading for the shops, I saw a tweet on my phone from Kieran, ranting about the useless assistance person who had helped him but left his luggage in security and held up the whole plane. Thankfully, Kieran was reunited with his case and they were away. He is going to complain, though, because that shouldn’t happen.

So it really was a busy week and a really nice last meet up of the year. More are planned for the new year. My flights are already booked for a week’s stay in Blyth in January to celebrate Kieran’s birthday and our year anniversary. Then, in April and May we already have comedy shows booked and we’re hoping to fit other trips in around that. It was really lovely to spend time with three of my favourite people. Panto and Seann Walsh were great and all our meals were nice. Spending the night in the hotel with Imi was an extra special part of the week, despite our struggles to arrange it.

To Josh: Thank you for arranging Seann Walsh and the panto; for your insistence that we meet up with Imi; for your great company. It was really good to see you.

To Imi: Thank you for your hilarity; for coming down to see us; for the lovely Christmas gifts; for putting up with us. It was so nice to have you in Southampton and to be able to have mini Christmas together.

To Imi’s dad: Thank you for making the trip from York to Southampton so that we could all spend time with Imi. Thank you for paying for one of the rooms so that it wouldn’t be so expensive for all of us.

To Kieran: Thank you for everything. For coming to visit; for continuing to pay for expensive plane tickets so that we can see each other; for the Christmas presents that I can’t wait to open; for the Nando’s. I can’t wait to see you again in January and for us to be able to spend your birthday and our one year anniversary together. I love you very much and I am really glad that our already amazing friendship has grown into this pretty incredible relationship. In January when we took the plunge, I’m not sure either of us thought we’d get this far. I’m sure the parents and other family members definitely didn’t. But hey, we did it! Fingers crossed we can continue to because you’re definitely the best risk I’ve ever taken, no doubt.

“Audio description for the blindies at the back, please”

This post is a little overdue and I wasn’t sure whether I should bother to write it seeing as I’ve now been home two weeks already.  But I wanted to write it because I like writing about the times I spend with the most important people in my life so spending a month with Kieran obviously fits into that category.  The last month has been a little crazy.  In addition to completely changing my Open Uni degree and finding out that I’ve been matched with an assistance dog from Seeing Dogs, I’ve spent the last month with Kieran, both here in Southampton and also up in Blyth.  We’ve been together 10 months now and in those, we’ve never spent more than three weeks together before.  Well now we’ve beaten that.  All except two days, we spent a whole month together and managed to come out of it still intact and not feeling any different about each other.  As it has been a whole month and I’m not the best at remembering everything that has happened, I won’t be writing a day by day account of what we did.  I’m going to write the parts I remember best.


On the 19th of October, Kieran caught a morning flight down from Newcastle Airport to Southampton Airport, where Dad, Tamsin and I were waiting for him.  We spent the majority of the day at mine while Dad took Tamsin for her check-up at the hospital.  Then, quite tea-time, we went to my grandparents’ (Dad’s parents) as Nan had prepared a stew for dinner.  Usually, I absolutely adore Nan’s stews.  I’ve never met anyone who’s made a nicer stew than my Nan does.  Unfortunately, for some reason it wasn’t quite as nice as it usually is that evening.  The following day, Kieran and I found out just how dodgy Nan’s stew actually had been; at the time, Kieran had said he thought the meat tasted a bit off so Thursday was proof of that.


On Friday evening, we had a lovely KFC for dinner before settling in for a long night of entertainment and fundraising with Stand Up To Cancer on Channel 4.  One of its hosts was Adam Hills, who we love from The Last Leg and his comedy DVD’s and who we were very much looking forward to seeing with Josh at the Mayflower Theatre on Sunday evening.  The Adam Hills show had been the main reason for Kieran coming down to stay and the catalyst for us to decide that he would stay at mine for a week before we’d both fly back up to Newcastle together so that I could stay up there for a little while and we could spend a bit more time together.  The Stand Up To Cancer program was brilliant and very moving.  Both Kieran and I donated — me having to use the website because my phone was being difficult about sending text messages.  There was one particular story that had us both choked up about a man whose wife had been diagnosed with cancer and passed away and then shortly afterwards their youngest son was diagnosed with cancer.  On the video, he talked about how he’d told his son that it was OK to let go and that his mummy was waiting for him.  It just made me think how fortunate I am to have such a great network of family and friends and how lucky we are to not be suffering at this time with things like that family had.


Saturday evening bought another nice meal out and another date night for Kieran and I.  We’d both fancied a Pizza Hut before Kieran flew down so had agreed to make that our next date.  Mum drove us out to Hedge End, where we went for our previous Pizza Hut date night, where we were served by the same waitress as before.  She was absolutely fantastic again.  This time, she didn’t even ask us if we wanted our pizza sliced or on a low board.  She just brought us hand wipes with our starter and immediately offered me refills of my coke when it was empty.  We had the platter that we’d chosen last time, which included garlic bread, chicken wings and chicken bites.  This time, though, I asked if we could swap the chicken bites for the cheesy bites on the vegetarian platter.  Kieran had told me that these were lovely and a bit like the mozzarella sticks I loved from takeaways in Hereford.  Again, the platter was absolutely gorgeous and the cheesy bites were a much better option than the chicken bites I had last time.  Personally, I would prefer them without the little onion bits in them but that’s just because I’m fussy.  Also, we were convinced that we’d been given extra garlic bread compared to last time, too, which made the platter that tiny bit nicer.  After our starter, we shared the Texas Meat Meltdown pizza with a bucket of fries alongside it.  We decided on the different pizza this time because it had chorizo on it.  It also had a BBQ base, spicy sausage, chicken and pepperoni.  We added stuffed crust, because I really fancied it, and then we had a perfect pizza.  And wow, it was! I think it’s probably the best pizza I’ve ever had at Pizza Hut and it certainly made for a great main course for our date night.  The crunchy fries made a great addition to the meal, too, because their fries are really nice.  As always, I had to finish off my meal with a hot cookie dough pudding, because it wouldn’t be Pizza Hut if I didn’t have cookie dough.  Anyway, it was date night so we always go all out for it.  Kieran had taken advantage of a beer offer they had on, where you got two bottles of beer for a discounted price, so he drank that while I munched my way through my cookie dough pudding.  There was a funny moment, too, because when I came to order my pudding, I couldn’t remember what the cookie was called, and the lady knew that I liked the salted caramel cookie dough because she remembered my choice from last time.  When Mum came to collect us, she thanked the waitress and they had a little chat about how it’s nice for Mum, as a parent, to be able to bring us out and leave us to have our date night privately in the safe hands of somebody who’s good at accommodating our VI needs and treating us like normal human beings at the same time.  The lady really seemed to like serving us and said she hoped she’d see us out on another date again in the future.  We’ve agreed that we’ll definitely go back, mostly for the lovely food but partially to see if we can be served by that waitress again.


Sunday arrived, bringing with it our much anticipated Adam Hills’ show.  We’d agreed to meet Josh early so that we could go for a drink but that still wasn’t until the evening.  During the day, we went into town with Mum and Tamsin because I wanted to buy some new trainers.  Kieran’s mum, L, had told him about a new wall climbing thing opening up at a leisure centre near to them and he’d agreed to try it out while I was staying so that we could go together.  I expected it to be like the rock climbing walls I’ve been on before in that they’d be rough and tare my shoes to pieces.  So I thought that I should buy a cheap pair of trainers that I wouldn’t mind ruining whilst climbing.  Also, I intended to wear a pair of tracksuit bottoms whilst climbing but jeans for the rest of my stay and I wanted a pair of trainers that would be all right for both.  Mum had found a pair the previous day and I’d agreed to buy them.  While we were out trainer-shopping, we also went for a McDonald’s mainly because Kieran had said he wanted to try their Brazilian stack, which he enjoyed a lot.  After we’d finished eating lunch, we went and bought the trainers that Mum had found.  They had velcro on, meaning I didn’t have to bother with my lace toggles for them, and I wasn’t too bothered about the fact that they were going to get wrecked when we went climbing.


We spent the rest of the afternoon at home watching bits and pieces on TV.  Then, when we were ready, Mum drove us back into town to meet Josh for our drink before the show.  I decided that I didn’t want anything to drink because I wasn’t entirely sure how I’d get to the loo if I needed it.  But Josh and Kieran had a pint each and we sat and chatted — well, mainly they chatted about things I had no clue of and I listened and tried to participate where possible.  But that’s fine; it’s usually the way things go when they get together.  When they were finished, we headed for the Mayflower and were helped by a kind member of staff to our seats.  As we’d hoped, the Adam Hills’ show was absolutely brilliant.  It was one of the shows he was doing as a part of his tour and I can’t wait to be able to buy it on DVD and watch it again.  At the beginning of the show, he commented on how the people of Southampton seemed to love taking photos of themselves before and during his show and posting them on Twitter to show him.  We then spent a good half hour of the show going through photos that people were taking as he spoke.  Josh tweeted a couple of times, the first time with a picture of his feet and a caption of `the blindies at the back aren’t good at taking photos` and then a second with a request for `audio description for the blindies`.  Adam read both of these out and then went on to describe each photo that came in.  At moments during the show, he must have remembered Josh’s tweet because he kept explaining visual things for us, which we all thought was pretty awesome.  After the show, he was doing a collection for one of the local cancer charities in the foyer of the theatre so that the audience could go and donate and meet him.  The three of us joined the very long queue to donate whatever we could and meet Adam.  Then, a kind member of the public invited us forward, meaning that we skipped about half the queue.  I think Mum was quite pleased about this as she had to wait quite a while longer for us to be done.  In the end, we got to meet Adam.  We had a photo taken with him in his dressing gown and he signed our tickets.  Kieran also had the rather genius idea to ask him to sign his radar key (the key he uses to access accessible toilets) and so I asked for mine to be signed too.  So we had tickets and radar keys signed by Adam and a photo with him.  He also realised that we were the blind people he’d been describing for and he spoke a little bit about the audio description he’d done for the paralympics this year.


When we got home, we told Dad all about the evening before going up to bed, trying our best to be quiet because Tamsin was in bed.  We were still buzzing from the events of the show and marvelling that we’d actually met, had a photo with and had our things signed by actual Adam Hills, the guy we watch every Friday night on The Last Leg.


On Monday morning, we got up and had showers and breakfast pretty quick because Mum was due to be back at some point so that we could all go to Nando’s together.  I also needed town again because I’d found that the nice pair of trainers I’d bought yesterday, that I assumed would fit as they were my size, didn’t fit.  When Mum came back, we bundled into the car and headed for Nando’s.  Once there, we went through the slightly drawn out process of working out what everyone wanted.  When Kieran and I go by ourselves, it’s pretty smile to order as I always have the same and Kieran mostly does.  I had my usual of a double chicken with lemon and herb wrap minus the lettuce (yes! I remembered this time!) with peri salted chips.  Kieran had the hot chicken burger with spicy rice and peri salted chips.  Mum tried a pitta with mango and lime sauce, which I didn’t even know existed until then.  Josh decided to be adventurous, stepping outside his plain comfort zone and trying lemon and herb chicken.  He decided not to go for the peri salted chips just in case they were too much.  He did try one of ours, though, and decided that he’d probably be OK with them for a meal.  Tamsin hadn’t had Nando’s before and doesn’t like spicy food at all so she stuck with a plain wrap and had sweet potato fries with it.  As always, the food was delicious and everyone enjoyed it.  Mum decided that she liked the mango and lime sauce but that she’d probably go for lemon and herb or medium next time.  I’m glad she likes Nando’s because the only time I get to go is when I’m with Kieran so having another excuse to go is definitely a bonus.


After Nando’s, we went to Sports Direct and swapped the trainers for a pair that I checked fit.  Then, we headed for the car and, for Josh, the bus-stop.


When Wednesday came, it was time to fly up North to go and stay with L and J for, again, and unknown amount of time.  I packed my rucksack to within and inch of its life, having to leave my laptop out because it made the weight exceed the allowance by quite a bit.  Thankfully, I was able to take my Apex and Kieran offered to loan me one of his laptops so I knew I’d still be able to do some uni work at some point.  At around five o’clock, we headed for the airport.  When we arrived, we had to go to the check-in desk first and were given our boarding passes.  Then, we went to the assistance desk where a man asked us to wait in a seating area and that someone would come and help us soon.  Dad had to head off to go and pick Mum up from work so left us sat down waiting for the member of staff.  In the end, two came to help us and we were taken through security with no real issues, except that the machine went off for both of us.  We were checked and obviously found to be of no harm.  We were then taken to the departure gate and through on to the plane.  I have to say that I think that plane journey was the worst I’d ever experienced.  Kieran was great at talking about random things to calm my mind but it really wasn’t pleasant.  I had rhubarb and custard boiled sweets to help with my ears and they seemed OK mostly.  The majority of the flight was spent imagining that the pilot, whose name was Keith, was from Newcastle and had the strongest Geordie accent ever.  This did keep me amused for quite a while.  Thankfully, soon enough the flight was over and, once everyone else was off the plane, we were helped off by the stewardess and into a little mini bus which drove us to one of the entrances to the airport.  We were then guided through the airport to where J and L were waiting.  After that flight, it was really good to see them and even better to be in L’s new car, even if J was driving!


Back at theirs, L cooked us dinner of jacket potato, which, as always, was lovely.


In the end, I stayed in Blyth for almost three weeks, again! I hadn’t really thought of how long I planned to stay and didn’t really have anything planned to rush home for.  J and L didn’t seem to mind me still being there — or if they did, they did a very good job of hiding it — even if I still can’t not laugh at J’s jokes.  I thought the most spoken phrase for that stay was “don’t laugh at him” which, of course, didn’t mean that I did stop, however hard I actually tried to.  We spent the majority of the time watching telly and eating nice food.  My favourites again were the jacket potatoes, ravioli, quiche, soup, roast beef and roast lamb.  J also cooked his chicken and rice dish which was lovely.


On my first weekend, J and L decided to take us to their caravan.  We were going to go in March when I was visiting but hadn’t in the end so I was interested to see what the place was like this time round.  It turns out the caravan is pretty nice.  I had some fun with the shower, not realising that you have to have the water on full to keep the temperature warm.  L cooked a pretty awesome cooked breakfast on the Saturday morning.  On Saturday afternoon, we went to a nearby pub and spent the afternoon sat inside.  It’s only a little pub and very cosy, with a proper fire and everything.  Everyone in the pub seemed to know each other and all the kids were playing with each other.  It was also good to have wifi for a little while, even though the mobile signal at the caravan is superb.  In fact, I think it’s still the best phone signal I’ve had since I transferred to Three.  On the way back from the pub, we grabbed fish and chips for our tea.  L and I shared a portion of chips as I knew I wouldn’t eat a whole portion by myself and L said she wouldn’t either.  I had a pineapple ring with mine, which I haven’t had for ages, and it was lovely.  Mine and Kieran’s makeshift bed in the caravan was very comfy.  The kitchen table transforms into a bed and L had pillows and duvets for us.  It was quite a lot bigger than Kieran’s single that we’d been sharing and the luxury of space was nice.  However, the cosiness of a single bed is nice too and once we worked out comfortable places for us both, we slept fine.  It was a really nice weekend away.


We went out for dinner a couple of times, the first time to Sambuca’s where I tried something I’d never had before: tuna on pizza.  It was a risky move because I wasn’t sure whether I’d like hot tuna on a pizza but, as it turns out, I loved it.  I’ll definitely be having tuna on a pizza again.  Then, the following week, we went to a pub not far from theirs.  I chose pizza there, too, but this time a ham and pineapple one.  This turned into quite a disaster because I didn’t do a very good job of pulling the slices apart and L had to help me out in the end.  I felt a bit daft, to be fair, because apparently the pizza was sliced fine and I had just made a right mess of it.  Despite this, the pizza was really lovely.  The following day, Kieran and I had lunch out at Wetherspoons while L did the shopping.  It was like a mini date.  I was very sad because it seems Wetherspoons have taken their macaroni cheese off of the menu so it’s no longer available.  I’d gone in with this as my default meal, and because I really fancied a macaroni cheese, and L had to come back to the table where I was waiting to ask what I wanted instead.  She quickly read through the pub classics section of the menu from which I chose lasagne, forgetting the vital point that lasagne comes in where big piece when you eat out.  It’s only because the people who cook me food at their homes are lovely that means it’s in pieces by the time I have to eat it.  Usually, the lasagne comes with salad, which I asked L to change, and chips.  The lasagne and the chips minus the salad was lovely, even if I did have to use my really terrible cutlery skills to hack at the lasagne.  I was quite pleased, though, because I didn’t make a mess at all and managed to eat the lasagne without covering myself in it.


While I was up there, I also tackled the trial of switching university degrees, which had turned into a bit of a disaster.  Eventually, though, I was registered and ready to go.  For a few days, I used Kieran’s little netbook, which he doesn’t use, that he’d set up for me to do my studies on.  However, Argos had some offers on and I’d decided that it was probably a good idea if I bought myself a little lightweight laptop for future use when travelling.  I looked all over the place online, not really sure of what I wanted.  In the end, though, the Argos deal was the one I went for.  My new little laptop is an Acer, which pleased my sister and Kieran immensely I think as before now I’ve never dared to go anywhere other than Toshiba, and it’s actually a two-in-one.  The Argos information on the laptop said that it weighed well under a kilogram, which was exactly what I was looking for, and it came fully loaded with Windows 10.  It had decent enough internals for what I wanted — Kieran approved, anyway, so that was all the confirmation I needed.  On the Friday that we had Wetherspoons, we went along to Argos, because L needed a new iron too, and collected the laptop.  Kieran and L had helped me to place it with the fast track option on the Argos app and I was really thrilled with the service.  All I had to do was show the confirmation email to the member of staff at the collection desk and they handed over the laptop.  After we’d finished shopping and eating, L took us for a walk along Blyth beach, which seemed like a really lovely beach.  The only down side was that it was quite cold and I hadn’t packed a coat.  But that didn’t make much of a difference.  The walk was still nice and it added nicely to my Fitbit steps.


Our climbing experience happened a week after I arrived in Blyth.  It was nothing like we expected.  Like I said, I’d expected rough rock climbing walls because that’s what I’d tried before.  These were quite smooth walls and there were quite a few of us in the room.  Kieran and I were the oldest customers and I’m glad L was there with us because there weren’t that many instructors there to help out.  Originally, I thought that we’d have to wear helmets so had asked L and Mum what I should do with my hair.  L had advised I try a low ponytail and Mum had said just leave it down.  I tried the low ponytail in the morning and it didn’t work very well because of the layers in my hair.  So I left it down.  Typically, when we got there, the instructor said that having long hair tied back was compulsory.  I hadn’t even taken a hairband with me but kindly one of the mums gave me one.  As the walls were smooth, my trainers were still in pristine condition when we finished.  We were strapped into harnesses and allowed to choose whichever wall we wanted to climb.  We tried a few but neither of us really got the hang of it.  Kieran was better than I was and I’m still amazed at how the kids were able to climb some of the walls.  L explained how they just shot up the wall looking like they had no difficulty in doing it at all.


On my last night in Blyth, I’m A Celeb started.  We always watch it at home so I was hopeful that they would watch it too.  I think J was persuaded by the possibility of Danny Baker featuring on the show.  So with toasties and hot chocolate, we watched I’m A Celeb in the lounge.  While I was there, we also watched an incredible amount of Judge Judy as well as Celebrity Juice; The Last Leg; Gogglebox; Can’t Pay, We’ll Take It Away; Nightmare Neighbour; Family Guy; The Big Bang Theory; The Royal Family…  I’m sure there were plenty more but I just can’t remember them.  One afternoon, L was watching the new Bridget Jones movie, so of course I had to join in after loving it at the cinema earlier in the month.  Also, we watched the England vs Scotland match on my last Friday night there.  England won.  We spent a bit more time with Kieran’s sister during my stay this time and I met her boyfriend, too.  He, Kieran and J all had bets on for the football match so were all pleased with the victory.  We went to visit Kieran’s grandparents a couple of times, too.  I found their sofa buying situation very amusing.


Thankfully, my flight home wasn’t as horrible as the first one had been.  I think, as I knew what to expect and had music on, I was able to relax better.  I also had a very nice stewardess who kept coming to check that I was OK throughout the flight.  It has to be said, though, that the assistance at Newcastle are a lot better than those at Southampton.  They know how to guide properly and don’t make you walk through the security machine with your cane.  It didn’t go off that time, so I think the canes are what set it off.  I didn’t have to take all of my jewellery and Fitbit off at Newcastle, either, which made things a lot easier and quicker.  Mum was waiting for me at the other end and seemed pleased to have me home.  I don’t think they expected me to stay in Blyth as long as I did, but I had a lot of fun.


So, we had a really super month together.  I have no idea when we’ll get that long together again with me studying and looking for an apprenticeship and Kieran hunting for a job.  I’m hopeful that it will happen again sometime soon, though, because the distance really isn’t easy, however long we get when we’re together.  Luckily, we already have the next meet-up planned.  Kieran is coming down for a week in December because we have panto and a Seann Walsh gig to go to with Josh.  Josh’s mum, my Mum and Tamsin are also coming to panto.  It will be nice to see Kieran before Christmas and to have that small amount of time together.  It’ll be the last time we see each other this year, the year that has been really crazy but really amazing for us.  When we see each other after December, we’ll have been together a year.  It doesn’t seem possible that we’ve almost had eleven months already.  We’ve been very lucky in the almost eleven months we’ve had and I can only hope we continue to be lucky in the months, and hopefully years, to come.


Thank you to Mum for having Kieran and I for the first week, for taxiing us around and for joining us for Nando’s.


Thank you to Dad for helping us to the airport for our flight.


A really huge thank you to L and J for having me to stay for almost three weeks.  Thank you for the meals out and the nice stay at the caravan.  Thank you for all the nice meals cooked, clothes washed, taxiing about and great company.  I really enjoyed coming to stay and I hope I wasn’t too much of a pain, even if I didn’t stop laughing at J’s bad jokes.  I hope I can come and stay again soon.


To Kieran, thank you for coming to stay, for having me to stay and for putting up with me for so long.  I know I can be a headache sometimes so I think you’re amazing for putting up with me.  Thank you too for my beautiful flowers that I received on Friday.  They’re here on my desk as I write this and I love them, nowhere near as much as I love you, of course.  I hope we have a great time in December and for all the times to come.  I am a very lucky girl to have you and however hard the distance is, I won’t give up, promise.  See you in two weeks, Mr Little.

“There isn’t a colonoscopy channel yet…”

So, the last weekend together for a few weeks has come and gone.  Thankfully, this has been the final one achieved by train travel because, as I sit writing this very second, Kieran is stranded at Reading train station after assistance forgot to help him board his connection to Hereford half an hour ago.  He’s since found staff and has been told that he can get on a later train that will take him to Newport where he has to wait a further half hour to board a connection to Hereford.  Eventually, some time this evening he’ll be back in Hereford.  It’s a little beyond a joke now seeing as I had issues in Reading and Oxford two weeks ago.  As soon as Kieran dropped that he had a 40 minute wait at Reading into conversation this morning, I was immediately worried that assistance would screw up.  They seem generally useless at long gaps between alighting one train and boarding your connection.  It’s such a shame, too, because Reading kind of redeemed themselves for me last week when I managed to get on the Hereford connection with no issues at all.  But again it seems like they’ve proved themselves to be ridiculously rubbish at their job.  All I can hope now is that Kieran’s assistance, arranged on the spot by the station and himself via Twitter, is perfect at Newport.  To be fair, Newport have been my absolute favourite station for assistance since I started travelling by train.  I’ve never had even a slight hiccup there.  I can only hope they act the same for Kieran tonight when he finally gets there.  I was joking last week when I said that I couldn’t wait to start flying up and down the country to cut the distance between Kieran and I but after today I’m really not any more.  After the last few disasters with assistance, I’m not really sad to see the back of needing to travel by train to see each other.  Airports won’t have the choice of being as useless because if they forgot to board us on to our flights, they’d be in serious trouble as flights are nowhere near as frequent as the trains and the issue would be a lot harder to resolve than assistance at train stations make it seem when they’ve made the error.  We have to be grateful that services like travel assistance on the trains exists, of course, because without them we wouldn’t be able to travel around the country on the railways like we do but it’s on days like this when errors like this occur that you can’t help but be angry with the system.  Disabled travel assistance is booked over the phone and logged into an online system so it seems ridiculous that things like this can ever happen.  But they seem to be quite often lately.


On Thursday evening, Kieran travelled down to Southampton via Oxford to spend the weekend here with me.  Dad picked him up from the station on his way home from work and when they arrived, Dad had decided that he was ordering delivery pizza for everyone despite the fact that Mum had already been cooking Kieran’s dinner and preparing food for Dad.  Kieran chose chicken strippers and potato wedges as he said he wasn’t hungry enough for a whole pizza.  The food arrived quite late and we sat in the kitchen so Kieran could eat.  Dad had ordered pizza and garlic bread, too, which he offered to us both but which neither of us fancied.  I’d already had a mash-up dinner of quiche, garlic bread, potato waffles and a couple of mini sausage rolls earlier on so was already full.  When Kieran finished his food, we went upstairs and curled up together on my bed for a cuddle and a chat.  Plus, Kieran was pretty tired after the train journey and his day spent at work.


On Friday morning, similar to the last two weekends, we had no rush at all to get up and be ready for anything.  We had nothing planned at all and nobody would be home until at least six o’clock that evening so we had nothing to do for anyone else either.  The only things that were on the agenda were eating Weetabix and having showers, but all in good time.  Eventually, after drifting in and out of sleep, chatting a bit and having lots of cuddles, we dragged ourselves out of bed long after midday, making no rush to do anything at all.  We’d agreed to swap our usual routine around today to see if we could save my brain from feeling scrambled.  So instead of going for showers first, we went downstairs in dressing gowns and pyjamas to complete one half of the agenda: scoffing Weetabix.  First, I needed to find everything we needed for breakfast: the two massive tea mugs, box of Yorkshire tea bags, sweeteners, box of Weetabix, liquid level indicator, milk, bowls, jug and spoons.  While I set about making my Weetabix (the weird way) and putting some ready in a bowl for Kieran, he made the tea (because I cannot be trusted with a kettle).  Between us, we managed to successfully make breakfast.  While we did this, we listened to Capital South Coast through the Tune In app on my Ipad.


After everything from breakfast was cleared away, we went back upstairs, had showers and got ready for the day.  We continued to listen to Capital, streaming it through my Chromecast onto the docking station, while Kieran tried to solve some problems I was having with my laptop.  Lately, I hadn’t been able to use either my Brailliant braille display or BrailleNote Apex as a braille display with my laptop.  I hadn’t been able to pair either of them with JAWS or NVDA and I was hoping Kieran would be able to get one of them working.  At first, it looked like he’d succeeded with the Apex but then it kept disconnecting itself and he couldn’t get the connection to remain active.  So we moved onto my Brailliant where he discovered that the drivers installed to use it via Bluetooth and USB were corrupt.  He tried reinstalling them but the corrupt ones just wouldn’t be removed.  So there was nothing he could do for either device.  I was glad for Kieran’s efforts to try and get things working because I really miss having a braille display alongside my computer but it doesn’t look like I’m getting that back any time soon, which is a bit annoying as both devices should work fine as braille displays, especially the Brailliant as that is its sole purpose.  The fact that I have something that doesn’t fulfil it’s requirements through either available connection is pretty frustrating, especially as I can’t really afford to replace it and nobody is buying it off me for the lowest price I can possibly sell it.  Then again, I’ve never gotten on well with technology that involves computers so I guess this is just my payback for hating computers for so long and stubbornly refusing to use them — now that I can, the way I like to use them is impossible.  While Kieran was trying to make things work, the chromecast decided it wanted to join the temperamental club and stopped allowing us to stream the radio to the dock.  So we decided to give up on the radio and watch some telly instead.  I used my Apple TV to open Netflix and from there we agreed on Live At The Apollo, which Kieran has already seen and I’d said I wanted to watch at some point.  Kieran said that originally Netflix had all series of the show but now there are only a few.  This didn’t bother me too much as it was something good to watch and there were multiple episodes to keep us entertained for a while anyway.


We spent the remainder of the afternoon watching Live At The Apollo, laughing a lot at all of the comedians’ performances.  When my grandparents arrived with my sister at a quarter past six and then my parents came in at twenty to seven, I guessed when needed to be polite and go down to see everyone.  Once Nan and Grandad were gone, it was time to work out what we wanted for dinner.  I volunteered my money for any takeaway service as it seemed a bit late by then for Mum’s original proposal of pie and mash, which was a shame as Kieran and I had both been looking forward to it quite a lot.  In the end, we all agreed on getting food in from the kebab van that we sometimes go to after my cricket training and that was originally discovered after Mum and I attended my first concert in 2011.  Kieran had a donner kebab with chips, Mum had a chicken kebab with chips and all the trimmings, Dad had donner meat and chips with all the trimmings and I had donner meat with chips.  When Mum arrived back with it, the food was piping hot and delicious.  We didn’t add any salt to it this time so didn’t feel in as much mortal danger as we usually do when we eat those kebabs.  Everyone enjoyed their food and for Kieran and I it filled up ever growing hunger holes inside us after only having Weetabix that day.  Admittedly, by the time we’d eaten the Weetabix that afternoon and then had the kebab in the evening, there wouldn’t have been time for another meal between the two but we still felt pretty hungry by the time dinner time arrived.


After we’d finished eating, we went back upstairs and continued where we’d left off with Live At The Apollo.  We didn’t really see the point in watching anything else seeing as we were enjoying that already.  We watched it until we got bored and were tired enough to settle down for sleep.


On Saturday morning, we couldn’t stay in bed as late as we had on Friday because there was the possibility that Mum would be home from picking Tamsin up from karate around eleven thirty.  I heard them all leave around eight thirty and from then on I drifted in and out of sleep, aware that we needed to be up at a decent time unless we wanted to be judged by Mum and not do anything at all again that day.  Around ten o’clock, we finally dragged ourselves out of bed and went for showers, not particularly rushing but not being as slow as Friday either.  I’d said that it was probably better for us to shower and get dressed first and eat breakfast afterwards because it made us look more presentable for when Mum came in rather than seeming like we’d only just dragged ourselves out of bed.  We made our breakfast of Weetabix and big mugs of tea again and listened this time to Kiss FM for Kisstory, which we always enjoy.  When that finished, we headed back upstairs and Kieran set about getting my laptop ready so that we could watch the football.  Liverpool were playing Swansea so it seemed like a good thing to do.  Mum had already text me to tell me that she hadn’t managed to get her nails done while Tamsin was at karate so had gone to do it straight afterwards and would then be going to meet Dad for lunch.  It seemed as if our efforts to get up and be ready were unnecessary.  Of course, we’d already done that by then so there was nothing we could do about it.


To begin with, the football match wasn’t very exciting.  Swansea scored first and Liverpool didn’t seem to make much effort to equalise for a while.  And then they did.  When the match finished at half past two, the score was 2—1 and Liverpool had done it, creeping up the Premier League table to second place, a spot they haven’t been in for quite some time.  It was a close game, though, and Swansea could have easily equalised.  Obviously, I was pretty glad they didn’t.  After the game finished, Kieran turned to Sky Sports News so we could see what else was going on.  By this point, Mum had come home and checked with us what we wanted to do.  We’d agreed that we’d go to Nando’s and use our vouchers for free meals and make it a date afternoon.  It wouldn’t be possible to go for a date night because Nando’s wasn’t open late enough and Dad was working until six so we’d be being an inconvenience.  Anyway, date afternoon seemed good enough.  A free date afternoon seemed no less than perfect.


So when Mum and Tamsin were ready to go, we all bundled into the car and headed for the city centre and Nando’s.  Mum had some shopping to do in town anyway so it seemed like everything would work.  The only thing we hadn’t managed to work into the schedule was the food shopping, which needed doing as we were low on supplies and pay day had come and gone.  Although Southampton football team weren’t playing and there wasn’t any massive events going on in the city centre, it seemed extremely busy even for a Saturday when we arrived and Mum struggled to find a parking space.  Thankfully, we got one in the end and made our way through West Quay and up to the food court where we discovered we had a ten to fifteen minute wait for a table.  The guy we spoke to didn’t seem particularly sure whether staff would be able to seat us and take our orders from the table.  Although I was a bit irritated with that response, Kieran reminded me that it isn’t a compulsory part of the service and that we’ve just been lucky the times we went to that Nando’s because they’ve been very accommodating.  Just in case staff weren’t able to help us, Mum waited with us.  Thankfully, we were taken to our seats and a waiter did come and take our orders and even refilled our drinks for us.  Kieran had a double chicken burger with hot sauce and sides of spicy rice and peri salted chips.  I had a double chicken wrap with lemon and herb sauce and sides of garlic bread and peri salted chips.  We’d been looking forward to our Nando’s dinner date a lot and the food lived up to expectation; it was delicious as always.  Being granted the extra service was nice, too, as the restaurant was overflowing with customers and they really didn’t seem like they had the staff to spare to help us.


Once we finally finished our meals, it was nearing five thirty and I knew Mum would need to get going soon so we could pick Dad up from work.  She came to collect us once she’d finished her shopping and we headed down to the car.  After we’d picked Dad up from work, we headed straight home.  Dad had suggested that we all go do the food shopping from there but Mum said that she didn’t want to drag us all round the supermarket.  I was a little disappointed as I was a bit fed-up of being inside.  As I spend the majority of my time in my bedroom and my studies start back up tomorrow, I didn’t really fancy the additional time in my room when there was the possibility of wandering around a supermarket, putting in suggestions of things I’d like to buy to eat.  Plus, it meant extra Fitbit steps — and I was nearing my daily target of 5000 — and Swarm coins.  I know, what an exciting life I lead! But Mum was pretty adamant that we weren’t all going.  So we just went home.  About ten minutes after we’d got in, Mum headed back out by herself to do the shopping.  It felt a bit strange not going with her as I’m always there for the monthly food shop and laying on my bed watching telly seemed a bit lazy.  But Kieran and I had agreed to watch Gogglebox, as he hadn’t seen the first episode of the new series and the second had been shown the previous evening, and that soon had me sucked in and laughing a lot.  Anyway, I’d wanted to watch the first episode of the new series with Kieran because there was a couple from Bristol on it who I’d found very amusing and thought he’d like too; turns out I was right.  When we’d both episodes, we decided to watch a comedy DVD.  I’d bought a few new ones online a little while ago and hadn’t gotten around to watching any of them yet.  We settled on Adam Hills’ 2012 show Inflatable, which was filmed in Australia.  It was quite interesting to see him perform in his own country, to notice how much more comfortable he seemed there.  Some of the jokes he made in it were repeated in his next show, Happyism, recorded the following year but we guessed that was because they were made in two different countries.  Either way, it was very funny and added some giggles to the evening.  By the time Inflatable finished, it was quite late and we snuggled down to go to sleep.


On Sunday, we had things scheduled that were unavoidable.  Saturday had been my great-Nan’s 90th birthday so we were off out with the entire side of her family for a celebration meal at a posh pub.  The time had been set for midday because Nan usually eats her main meal at eleven in the morning and midday was the earliest anyone could bear starting the meal.  Thankfully, the pub didn’t start serving food or drink until midday so we weren’t able to start ordering until then anyway.  We arrived early, as usual, and were able to go inside and be seated at our reserved table.  We kind of had a whole reserved room; there was a conservatory-style thing on the back of the pub and that was ours for the afternoon.  Someone had paid extra to add balloons to the room.  By the time all of the aunties, uncles and cousins piled into the room, bringing with them their gifts and flowers, it was pretty crowded and pretty noisy.  We’d managed to decide what we wanted to eat and drink before everyone arrived so it wasn’t long before we were all ordering.  I ordered a chicken kiev with curly fries.  Normally, the chicken kiev is served with a jacket potato, salad and coleslaw but I really didn’t want any of that.  Plus, Kieran had found the menu online and as soon as I discovered they did curly fries, I knew I had to find a way to have them in my meal; it made up for not having Perfect the previous weekend in Hereford when I’d really fancied curly fries, too.  Kieran was undecided until the last minute, flitting between chili or sausage and mash.  To be fair, for me there’s no competition there, especially as it was cheesy mash that came with the sausages.  But Kieran likes his spicy stuff and the chili did tempt him.  Right until the last minute, I thought he was going to choose the chili but then, when Dad asked, he said sausages and mash.


While we waited for our meals to arrive, my aunt decided that she wanted to take some family photos with everyone involved.  She’d bought my Nan a photo frame with several sections in it for her birthday and wanted to get some up-to-date photos to fill it with and I guess what better time to do that than when everyone is together celebrating her 90th birthday.  There were several variations of the group photo taken and then the group was split into smaller groups depending on which part of the family you were in.  Thankfully, the photos were finally over and we were able to go back inside and relax around the table.  Not long later, our food arrived.  Although the prices of our meals seemed a little ridiculous, the food did taste amazing.  My curly fries and chicken kiev, with garlic butter, were absolutely mouth-watering.  The curly fries definitely lived up to what I’d been looking forward to and the kiev was a nice change to my usual choices of macaroni cheese or ham and chips.  Kieran seemed to thoroughly enjoy his sausage and mash, with all the trimmings, and was finished before any of the rest of us.  A while after we’d finished our meals, puddings were ordered.  Neither Kieran nor I wanted anything else to eat.  However, by the time everyone had finished their puddings, I was starting to wish I’d ordered something.  However, we were then all presented with a slice of birthday cake, made by my aunt’s next-door neighbour who bakes cakes professionally.  It was very nice cake, although I was a little unsure about the butter cream filling.  It’s probably because I haven’t had decent birthday cake in ages.  The last few birthday cakes we’ve had have come from Tesco’s bakery aisle so this really did make a nice change.  By the time we’d finished our cake, it was getting on for three o’clock.  As we’d arrived at the pub at half past eleven, it was starting to feel like we’d been there forever.  Thankfully, we were finally saying our goodbyes and heading out of the pub at a quarter past three.


Back at home, all Kieran and I wanted to do was curl up on my bed with some telly on in the background and drift off for an afternoon snooze.  Mum and Dad, on the other hand, were taking Tamsin up to Nan’s because she was staying overnight and then going out to Sprinkles for some ice cream.  If we hadn’t stayed at the pub for so long, we probably would have gone to Sprinkles but we were too sleepy to want to.  We settled for more Live At The Apollo on telly and, predictably, both of us drifted in and out of sleep during it.  When Mum and Dad came back, they offered us some tea but neither of us were hungry.  A little while later, we switched from watching Live At The Apollo to watching Outnumbered, mainly because Kieran didn’t like the next act on the current episode of Live At The Apollo and partially because I was a bit bored of it.  I had flicked through my Netflix list of things to watch and we’d settled on Outnumbered from the last place that I’d been watching it.  I’d started from the first episode of the first series and watched on from there one day while battling with my OU exam.  Kieran seemed OK with this so it worked for both of us.  In the end, we watched quite a few episodes of Outnumbered, laughing a lot and commenting on how Jake, Ben and Karen were like children we knew.  Whilst watching Outnumbered was where the title of this blog entry came from.  Originally, we’d had a title first from Adam Hills and then Live At The Apollo but then Outnumbered’s offering seemed a lot funnier.  It comes from an episode where Pete is going to have a colonoscopy and one of the children asks whether it’ll be shown on TV.  To this, Pete replies that there isn’t a colonoscopy channel yet…  This made Kieran and I laugh a lot and seemed the best idea that we had for a title.  We finally settled down to go to sleep around one o’clock, tiring of Outnumbered but agreeing that we’d continue watching it next time Kieran came down to stay, which is already arranged to be at the end of this month for the Adam Hills’ comedy show at the Mayflower Theatre.  Originally, Josh asked Kieran if he’d be interested in going and Kieran told me about it.  So I gently nudged my way into going too.  Neither of the guys seem to mind and it means that Kieran has another excuse to come down and stay and Josh can stay over the night of the show.  Together, Kieran and I have paid for the three of us to go, treating it as Josh’s birthday present as he hasn’t given us any other ideas of what to get him.


On Monday morning, we dragged ourselves out of bed as early as we could bear to, at ten o’clock to have showers and eat breakfast before Kieran had to pack everything up and we waited for Grandad to pick us up to take Kieran to catch his train.  Of course Monday had come too soon so it was only natural that we shouldn’t want to get up.  But we had to.  We took our time having showers and getting ready.  Kieran packed up his belongings in his rucksack and laptop bag and we went down for breakfast.  I took the George Foreman down so that we could have sausage sandwiches for breakfast.  We listened to Capital South Coast again while we made breakfast.  I set the George Foreman up and put the sausages into cook.  Then, I got our massive tea mugs and plates for the sausages out of the cupboard, grabbing the tea bags and sweeteners from the cupboard next-door.  Kieran made the tea while the sausages cooked and I buttered bread for the sandwiches.  We gave the sausages twenty-five minutes to cook, not wanting to undercook them and make ourselves ill.  When Kieran placed the sausages on the bread and made it into sandwiches, we noticed that the sausages, if anything, were overcooked and a little burnt.  But they tasted great and together with our massive mugs of tea they made a great breakfast.  While I continued to drink my tea, Kieran volunteered to do the washing-up and even though I insisted he shouldn’t, he did it anyway.  As usual, we left the George Foreman to cool and the work surfaces to be cleaned because it gave me something to do when I got home from the train station later on.


Upstairs, Kieran had everything packed up, including his clean washing which Mum had left on the arm of the sofa for us to collect.  We tidied up the bedroom and continued listening to the radio.  Grandad arrived at a quarter past twelve, even though we’d arranged to meet here to go to the station at half past one.  However, Grandad was happy to sit in the back garden absorbing the sunshine with the cat until it was time to go.  We bundled Kieran’s stuff on to the front seat of Grandad’s little car and then climbed in the back.  The traffic wasn’t too bad getting across the bridge and into town.  The last few times Grandad has driven us to the station, the roads have been pretty busy and we’ve been quite tight on time once or twice.  But today we had plenty of time.  A member of staff at the station led us to the waiting room and told us that assistance would come for Kieran before his train arrived.  At a quarter past two, assistance came as promised and led Kieran out onto the platform with us following.  As the train pulled in alongside the platform, I quickly gave Kieran a hug and kiss goodbye.  The moment we separated, the assistance guy was leading Kieran onto the train.  Grandad and I waited on the platform until the train was gone even though, as Grandad realised, Kieran wouldn’t see us waving him off.


So after another great weekend, my holiday from studying is finally over.  The module actually officially started on Saturday but there was no way I was starting my studies then.  But today has come.  As soon as this is proofread and posted, I’ll be straight on the module website, working out where to start this brand-new module.  It seems crazy to think that I’m minutes away from starting my third Open University module and my second year of university study.  In a month’s time, I’ll be considering which module to start in February and whether I’ll be able to complete two in a year again.  If I can cope well with the workload and there isn’t too many problems, I should be able to achieve my goal of two modules per year for a second time.  This time next year, I’m hoping I’ll be starting my third and final year of university and seriously working out what I’m going to do when it’s over.  As holidays go, though, I think I’ve managed to have a pretty amazing one.  My first weekend spent in York with my sister and the following three spent with my fella.  What more could a woman want? There were plenty of trains involved and several mishaps with assistance but I had a great time.  As I’m writing now, Kieran is on his morning commute to work, after getting home last night at around eight o’clock.  Thankfully, Newport lived up to expectation and there wasn’t any more hiccups with Kieran’s journey.  I’m very glad about that.  I’m very glad we’ve been able to have this time, too, these three weekends together.  It’s the most time we’ve spent together since my three weeks in Blyth back in March and it was nice to have so much time and nothing to worry about apart from catching the train.  Having no study deadlines has been amazing and I’m not looking forward to getting back into the tight schedules The Open University gives.  But it’s all a part of the decision I made.  A year after originally starting, I finally feel like I made the right one.  However tough this year is and the one to follow, having the freedom to live every other aspect of my life around my studies will always be the right choice.  Even if I fail from here onward, I don’t think I could regret choosing The Open University because it has meant that I’ve been able to spend loads of my time with my family and friends whilst completing two sixty-credit modules and nobody can ask for more than that.


Thank you for the most amazing three weekends, Mr Little.  They’ve been the best I could have hoped for and even though I’d wanted to spend them all with you, I didn’t expect that we’d actually manage it.  But we have and I’m more than grateful for that.  I can’t wait for the end of the month for you to come down again.  Adam Hills is going to be a lot of fun with Josh.  Have a great last week at work despite the cold outside and the temptation to stay in bed and a super safe journey home on Friday.  I love you very much and am looking forward to travelling up north to spend more time with you.  If someone had told me this time last year that we’d be here doing this crazy thing then I’d have laughed at them.  In fact, even when somebody suggested as much, I firmly threw that idea away.  How ridiculous could someone be! But they were right and we were wrong and nothing could make me happier.  I’ll be wrong for a very long time if this is the result.