Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Scotland


Our first ever girls trip away was to Scotland - even missing one of the sisters (new baby) and at the time of going, there were no rules and more importantly, no Queen. The Queen of the Tour idea was born on this first trip - more importantly, on the long journey home, where, moi, being bossy as ever, awarded myself the Queen title for being completely nuts.

Of course, there were forfeits on this tour. It started after a very well bahaved meal at Pizza Express, and then a trip to the pub - which had a spiral staircase...........anyway, as I hardly ever go out, and usually in bed by 9.30pm, the combination of a long journey and food made me soporific...and yawned...in the end the naughty little sisters started to apply a penalty for each yawn (still a feature of the tour). I remember having to walk down the spiral staircase in a seductive manner...now, having applied to Drama college as a teenager and the fact that nobdoy knew me (oh the embarassment) I went for it. Sisters nearly wet their knickers and I therfore blame this trip (and Me) for the start of forfeits - just for the entertainment value that they give to others xx

We did have a second tour (all four of us) to Edinburgh, and it is a fab city. The atmosphere is great, and those Scots in kilts well.....

And so I am off on tour again to Scotland...but no sisters, and my only worry is that someone will blow a whistle and I will be rummaging in my handbag, putting on lipstick, shouting och aye the noo and putting a plastic duck on my head.........whilst husband and child look at me in disbelief...

wish me luck, but more importantly, wish the Welsh Team speed, courage and a little bit of Shane Magic..........

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