Friday, 13 September, 2013
Well, it’s Friday the 13th, the most feared day of the year according to the suspicious people of the world. I never understood why people worry about Friday the 13th, it’s a normal day, nothing more and nothing less.
Anyhow, before I give you all a lecture, let’s discuss a different topic. The camping is going great so far, it’s been relaxing, and most of all, it had been peaceful. The first day was amazing, while we were traveling in the car, I spent the time talking to Steve on a FaceTime call—thank you unlimited data! As always there were many laughs and jokes between us, it wouldn’t be normal if we didn’t joke around.
Today was the day I had to ring the doctor to see whether they’ve had my test results back. When I rang, they weren’t sure if the tests came back yet, but after a quick search, they located both results. Well, here goes nothing, the tests came back all clear, which is fantastic news, but then again, it still leaves one question, what is causing me to feel this sick? I will be seeing my doctor when I get home because there must be something causing it, knowing my luck it will be something simple. I do have a few theories about what it could be; one of them suggests that my anxiety could be the problem because it’s been unstable recently. Either way, I’ll see what the doctor has to say, no point thinking of what it could be because it could be completely wrong.
We spent most of the day in Hunstanton, it was nice to walk along the seafront, the air was fresh, and again, it was peaceful. After a short walk around the shops, we decided to grab some food from a chip shop we found. I didn’t have anything to eat, these stomach problems were giving me many problems, but I did manage to have a cup of tea.
Saturday, 14 September, 2013
The rain has been battering our tent all night, and to top it off, the curry we had last night upset my stomach and had me up at all hours. I can remember when I could eat anything without having these problems, but those days are over for me–thanks stomach, you ruined it for me. Anyway, enough complaining. We are off to Cromer today, it’s a bit like Hunstanton, but it’s a bit bigger.
Cromer was a very nice place, it’s a busy little town, it reminded me of the TV series “Last of the summer wine”. This would be a lovely place to retire in years to come. We started our walk near the pier, the wind was strong, it blew us in every direction. After we went around a few shops, I started to feel thirsty. It was time for a drop of tea. We found a cafè called “Breakers Cafè”–it can be found on Gardens Street. Their prices were very cheap, a cup of tea was 90p, can’t turn down that bargain–better than paying London prices. If you’re passing by, I would highly recommend that you drop in.
Once we finished out drinks, it was time to find a place to eat. I wanted something to eat, but there wasn’t anything I felt comfortable eating in the restaurant. I know it’s silly, but I can’t push myself when I feel uneasy, knowing my luck I’ll choke on something. After I made the decision not to have anything, I started to feel depressed. I don’t why this started, I was having a lovely day and I had no reason to feel like this.
So, as you can guess, the drive home was quiet. I didn’t want to say much because I felt unwell, and I also wanted to keep my problems quiet so I didn’t raise any concerns. Maybe it was the lack of food that caused my low mood? I’m never 100% sure what causes these moods, I guess it’s a case of trial and error with these things.
When we arrived back at the tent, mum made me a quick dinner, she could tell I was hungry. Anyhow, I had my meal, which filled a hole, but it didn’t improve my low mood. I guess I’ll have to ride this out and see what tomorrow brings.
Sunday, 15 September, 2013
The cold weather has hit is hard today, and the gale force winds are set to test the strength of our tent–hopefully we won’t blow away. When I woke this morning, I could feel the bitter air wash over my feet like ice-cold daggers. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get warm.
Lunchtime came along fast, which meant it was nearly time for everyone to have lunch at the camp restaurant. Unfortunately, I didn’t join them, but I did have a small meal at the tent. While everyone else was lunching, I decided to watch some television-yes we took a television-and write some of this blog. After an hour went by. Everyone came back, and it was time to get some shopping from the local Tesco shop.
When we arrived at the shop, we all decided what we were buying. Myself and Laura went off together to get our shopping, we left mum and dad to grab what they needed. As we were browsing through the books, we heard a massive bang. Laura went to investigate, and it turned out to be one of their checkouts exploding–some clever sod spilt water on it. Moments after, an alarm went off and the staff were asking everyone to evacuate the building immediately.
The race was on. We had to reach the next Tesco in Hunstanton before it closed at 5pm. While we were heading towards the shop, I was checking to see what kind of shop it was because the last thing we needed was an express shop-I won’t go into a rant about that today. So, thanks to poor phone connectivity, the nearest one came up as an express shop. I thought this was rather odd, the next shop should have been a superstore because it was closer to us-failed technology at its best.
When we arrived at the second shop, myself and Laura went off together again in search of the books we picked up in the previous shop. Unfortunately, the shop had none of the books, but they had the new James Patterson novel I wanted.
So, with shopping in hand, we got back in the car and headed back to the tent–well, that’s if mum doesn’t get us lost first. Mum decided to direct dad through the countryside route–which added thirty minutes to our journey–and we were treated to miles of fields to look at.
Monday, 16 September, 2013
Well, it turns out that my stomach had other plans for me today. I’ve had none stop problems all day; pains, spasms, and to top it all off, I have a cold. I guess these problems won’t disappear overnight–would be great if they did.
Dad decided that we were going on a cat journey today, which was okay, but I didn’t fancy it due to my stomach problems. I knew I couldn’t let this get to me, so I decided to fill my hot water bottle to take with me. The start of the journey was a bumpy ride for my stomach, with every bump I clutched onto my hot water bottle, holding in hope that my pains settled down.
Our first stop was to the Tesco that experienced a checkout breakdown yesterday–they were still yapping on about it. I finally brought the two books I wanted the day before, I had them in the trolley yesterday, but as you already know, I had no chance to buy them–the checkout decided to explode with excitement …
While we were browsing, I had a sudden urge to buy iced buns. This was something random, it felt like I was a pregnant woman with bad cravings. I do this most of the time, I guess you could call it a weird quirk of mine.
Anyhow, the journey went okay, but I won’t hide the fact I fell asleep a few times from boredom. The last stop we made was to Hunstanton to pick up some gifts for Hannah, Amber, and Mia–notice those initials spell HAM? I didn’t get them anything because I forgot to withdraw money, but never fear, I’ll get them something when I get home.
So, on that note, it’s time to sign off on this blog post. I hope you all enjoyed reading and looking at the pictures. Until the next blog, stay safe and take care.