This is mainly because I've had nothing to say, but I've also been exhausted. I've been wrangling the document from hell, plus I've been dealing with a new responsibility given to me at work, which of course came with a ton of new work. Luckily I'm about to lose it again (but not because I was crap at it hurrah!).
Anyway, the reason I've not been able to keep my eyes open in the last week is because of the energetic weekend I had last week (that and the lousy nights of sleep I've been having). I went to Shropshire with my friends and their two daughters.
The world's first iron bridge (hence the town name of Ironbridge. I wonder what they called the place before the bridge?)
On the bridge...
Blist Hill Victorian Village
The Victorian equivalents of teenagers on those stupid, tiny bikes; old blokes on traction engines. They scared the horses.
Not this one though.
Telford entertained the kids. We went to Wonderland, a fairytale land populated bizarrely by pirates. This is Captain Jack Sparrow apparently.
There is a joke about a giant chopper in here somewhere:
Then we went home after a bird crapped in my friend's hair. She's lucky like that.