Got up, and awaited for my dad and sister's arrival at 1:10. Whilst waiting I pretty munched through an entire pack of biscuits. Holly called and mentioned being about 10 minutes away, and with a minute to go I made my way down. Outside I could hear a dog running about - of course, it was Iggy - the dog of my father's friend. It meant also Holly was nearby, and couldn't be sure at first if it was me. The rad jumper I got from my aunt is not my usual kind of wear, but it doesn't change that much of me. :( Then again, I'm the worst at recognising people I don't see all too much of.
Headed over to the car park where my dad was, and gave me a warm greeting. Dropped off Iggy in the car, and headed over to the arcade to find a place to eat. At first we tried a rather elaborate looking restaurant but I hunched that it'd be fully book. Jamie once told me that his family needed to book a seat for lunch starting from early morning to get a spot. It's often full.(but good quality looking catering nonetheless) We tried, and sure enough if it was indeed packed.
Tried looking elsewhere, and found a rather homely looking restaurant. It was a house converted to one, in fact, but it's cramped as shit and the whole style of it brought in mainly the elderly. Regardless, in great juxtaposition, we were served by a girl with blonde hair featuring streaks of strawberry red to the side. Once seated we ordered our drinks. Holly wanted to hear how I was doing, as of course was dad. Talked about having a crit yesterday for my Digital Skills. Dad didn't have anything to properly eat last night, doesn't do breakfast, so he ordered a starter to be served alongside his main course - a beef stroganoff, if I recall. Holly had a soup of the day and I settled with some beer-battered fish and chips; It was one of the cheapest on the menu, at just £12. 60 or so! Dad was a little down from hearing the death of his ladyfriend's mother this morning. At first, he believed the frantic calling was because she wanted him to pick her mother up at the hospital.
Before the meal arrived, my dad gave me the iPad to have a look at it. So he did buy one after all! He was against them initially, and couldn't see the point. Looked quite nice, and he even decided to get 3G for his. (Because Wi-Fi is shit and can't be relied upon, traveling wise) Checked out the apps like The Times and BBC News. Some good stuff, there! The interfaces look great. Tried also Google Earth and had the maps locate us. It was off by 1/4 mile or so, but the pin-point humorously crept over to where we were.
The duo popped outside on occasion for a smoking break, or as they put it - "fresh air". When the strawberry-streaks came over to deliver my dad's ice cream I told her he was currently getting some "fresh air". She rolled her eyes and jokingly stated "you mean cancer air." Hehehe! :( Dad would often nag me to have a dessert, possibly because it's a practice he carried from childhood. I got into some kind of odd mood (Can't quite remember why) and rather sternly put my palm up with a solid "No." I felt really dickish for doing that, not too mention fraught with guilt even if I give up to his persistence. I don't think he was particularly bothered by it, but I tried to swing things back to neutral standings by thanking him for seeing me and taking us all out to lunch.
Finishing up, we departed from the restaurant to head onto Boots. Dad popped into a store to check it out along the way as he often does. In Boots, Dad primarily got some ear buds for me (UNIVERSITY LOL!!!) but I also picked up some razor blades, shaving cream and...shower brush! Repeatedly intended to bring one at home back, but kept forgetting. Instead, Holly suggested I buy a new one because the former is a few years old and hygienic concerns. We frequently lost one another in Boots, and at one point Dad was distracted once again by complimentary goods. (In this case, the counter for perfumes.) Holly got herself some listerene which I at first mistook as being for me.
We made our way back. Going through the arcade, Dad had disappeared yet again - he wanted to check out a shop and lagged behind us. It wasn't an issue anyway, he caught up moments afterwards. We were going to head into Waitrose, but I told the family I was fine for food and stuff, and so were they. We passed by it, heading to the car. On the way there, Holly mentioned my teeth looked odd, following that they need a brush. This pissed me off into stubborn silence, since I wish them twice a day anyway. She was quick to fall into an apologetic, guilt riddled state. Recently it's been becoming a sort of gag for Holly to announce either a cynical comment or get angry, with me getting over-dramatic and upset in response, following with which she becomes rife with guilty concern.
After several attempts to find the bag of washed clothes (each time opening the car door, Iggy assuming he is going for a wander) we headed up to the house. Along the way, my dad asked "Oh! Who's the person with long hair and glasses?" - he probably saw Rory. Dad waited outside, and Holly came up to my room (Encountering Yannis, coming out of Georgia's room along the way) to see how things were, as well as to give me the clothing. Headed back out and gave my good-byes to my sister and father. It was nice to see them!
Relaxed for a little bit and at 4:00 I headed to Waitrose to pick up some Listeriene, Coca-Cola and Doritos. Such a lovely amount of stuff! Waiting in the que, one man ahead attempted to prompt one woman, working at the job/enquiries counter, to get someone else into the tills.
When I got back, the house seemed kind of empty. I got straight on with the cooking, heating up a ready-made Moroccan Spiced Lamb Tagine. 30 minutes before it was ready, I also thought ahead from my previous mistakes and got some water boiling (or in process of) for the rice. Georgia was there initially, and Kit came up shortly thereafter. Sophie and everyone were out to a cinema in Guildford to see Paranormal Activity 2 - Georgia had wanted to go along with them, but she was working until 5:00 and as such was bummed out. Saw a modestly sized spider race behind all the utensils near the sinks, into a kitchen wipe. With Georgia nearby, I touted her to "look at this...peek-a-boo!" She hopped back and questioned WTF that was. I revealed a little more and she wondered away, hand covering mouth, stating how disgusting that is. Left it alone to hide in the wipe.
Partway through the cooking, Kit had already made and devoured his meal. Chatted a little bit, and talked about where each of us were at with the course. I disgruntled over how I'm procrastinating at the moment, due primarily to lack of self-confidence. Kit reassured me how he is a gigantic procrastinator (That's pretty damn noble of him, I... reckon). He apparently had went to a Casino in London before, and came out with £500 in cash! That's awesome, even if his relatives lost money instead. Did he have less than £500 before he gambled? I didn't think to ask! I'm not sure how that conversation started, either. He associated his winnings to 'beginner's luck' - a term that raised my eye-brows because I am absolutely sure I've had encounters with this multiple times before, from gaming, gambling to lucky dips. I never realised there was a term specific to that until now. Or, I just forgot about it entirely since it's thrown around often in the media.
When the dinner was nearly cooked, I got started on some of the washing up. Even getting half-way through it, the kitchen still looked congested and messed. My dinner was nice, and after finishing it continued further on washing. At times, when-ether hearing the sound of foot-steps up the stairs, I switched off the lights and hid in the corner intent on scaring the unlucky victim to come through the door shitless. It was a false-alarm every time, though. Minutes of waiting in anticipation, all for nothing. Even when the others got back, of all the times, they decided not to come up to the kitchen. Even now, I don't think anyone has fucking been up there. When it came of 9:00, I called it a night with washing, and will finish the rest off tomorrow.
On the way down the stairs, I could hear Sophie and Georgia talking. Determined to get at least one spook in, I let off as good an eery scream as I could. Unfortunately, I somehow managed to end up sounding like if a woman had her gonads kicked up her ass. (Please do not picture this for both your sake and mine.) It startled Sophie though, who had believed it was from downstairs. She quickly questioned Yannis if it was him, following Jamie. After a moment, I walked down the stairs with a smug look on my face. It wasn't any attempt to conceal my doings but then I was so amused, it'd be nearly impossible to. :D
Spook fest tomorrow. It'll soon be time for my alter-ego to took root once again after 3 or so years of inactivity.
Need to find tutorials on YouTube about how to get that freaking thing on, though.
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