Today we are off to Scarborough, a childhood favourite place of mine.  We decide to make it more fun but going on the train. I live with two train obsessed boys so it makes perfect sense.

We meet my friend Rosie at York station and have a quick porridge stop.

Whilst walking down to the beach my son spots a fudge shop.  Thankfully Rosie manages to convince him the cake shaped fudge is in fact “playdoh” cake so we avoid having to go in – Aunty Rosie to the rescue!

We picked a great day, it’s not raining and not busy at all. We all have fun on the beach before having fish and chips. The northern ones of us have mushy peas – yum yum.

I used to spend many summers in Scarborough. I’d spend a week here at Scarborough summer school for badminton. We literally played “badders” all day and our treat was to head to the arcades at night.

“We have to go to the slots” I say

The kids love the slots, they had a few at center parcs and got addicted there. Thankfully here there are 2p slots  – yes you can’t take the Yorkshire out of me and I am a tight ar$e!

“We” manage to win quite a few things even if we did put in 10 x more than our winnings!

Rosie and my step daughter even manage to con the staff into given them a prize they didn’t actually win – no surprise there!

On the way back to the station I can’t resist a couple of tacky purchases. The first is  a boob mug with various shapes of boobs  – it had to be done, it was obviously fate!

Mine looked like cucumbers before Lenny was evicted but according to my son they are more like oranges now! …..At least he did not say bee stings. Maybe it’s all the ice cream I bribed him with today – thanks for the compliment my son!

We also buy 2 poop pens. Rosie hasn’t worked out one is for her!

We do get a few funny stares when Rosie and the little man start playing with their flying poop pens or maybe it was his bottom burps. I just wanted to crawl into a hole at one point!

I am exhausted but I had such a fun day, creating memories with my very special family xxx

 

After our 4 days at Center Parcs we are off to my oldies for a few days.  We have lots planned…. a trip to the wildlife park, science museums and a train trip to Scarborough.

We had already made plans for our bathroom to be redone whilst we were in Disney and we decided to still go ahead.  I am so determined that Lenny is not going to get in the way of our plans, he’s managed to spoil enough of them already.

The Project Manager is doing an amazing job, that’s my dad by the way. Over the years he has helped renovate our cottage and we will be eternally grateful for the hours he has spent “making things happen” and when things go wrong, coming to our rescue.

He’s been my superhero ever since I was little, saving me from lions after I had bad nightmares, daddy cuddles after many a broken heart, I’d be lost without him.

But having my own little man now makes me understand why dad does the things he does, unconditional love.

Wow – Center Parcs is soooooo quite at 7:45am!…. Apart from the sounds of nature 🙂  It’s actually quite surreal and very relaxing!  I have checked out the route and I should be there in 15 mins.

I do get a funny look from the receptionist when I explain I am here to see the nurse yet have no appointment.

Luckily one of the other nurses recognises me. Bad eh? They should do a loyalty card scheme here, I am sure I’d be entitled to a Platinum card by now!  She is so lovely and helpful and says she will page the breast cancer nurse.

Woohoo, 10 minutes later the Breast Cancer Nurse arrives.

“I recognise your name” she says…:. .I have not seen her before….

I explain the funny wound and then she clicks who I am.

“I was your scrub nurse, I have only seen you asleep!” she laughs

She takes a look at the wound and reassures me there is nothing to worry about but she does want me to see the surgeon.

So I go grab food and return a couple of hours later.

I am called in .

“I know I wasn’t due to see you for 6 months but here I am” I say with a cheeky smile!

He takes a look and says that it’s nothing to worry but the wound has broken down and I need a few little stitches.

So there and then I have a little boob surgery.  This time I am awake and intrigued!

All done.

“I don’t need antibiotics do I?” I say

“Not at this stage, you need to come back in a couple of days for the nurse to have a look how it is healing”

“Good, because I desperately need a GIN and I haven’t drunk my bubbles yet!!!!”

We share favourite Gins then I had back to Center Parcs…. just in time for my hubby to make his back massage.

That evening I have a gin and a few bubbles, I think I earned them after today!

C: Well after many hours of recon… I’ve had many many leaks. But despite the fags, Wine, and takeaways, they have all healed really well. 

Bubbles?? Hope that’s not a bloody bath.. you let down… 😘 xxx

G: Cheap rose bubbles! Unfortunately not the real stuff. Brought it with us to save money!! . Should have brought the basta$d codeine with me. Numbness is wearing off! I did ask “you are not giving me antibiotics are you cos I really need a drink tonight ? 😉 “! Xx

C: Ha ha …. I remember when I had first op and they gave me antibiotics etc.. my sister asked if I was allowed to drink on them.

I said “I didn’t ask”

She said “Erm… don’t you think you should?”

I said “probably… but I was scared they would say no”.

It’s been a mantra ever since …xx