"Sorry we're terribly busy"

we have currently managed to escape the friendlings to the highest point...sorrento. We have developed a  technique for this operation it consistes of a nod to eachother, getting up (bags already intact) and dashing to the stairs by blanking any question from them by replying "sorry we're terribly busy, can't talk now terribly busy" occompanied by overexagerated arm gestures (imagine a camp man, hitting a drum wired to his chest) and trying to attempt a hundred meter sprint with your knees fused together   ^^ sums up our friendship

 

2 weeks with the parents -.-

got up close to a sheep (living life on the edge)

long time no speak ... so basically i had to go to Ireland for two weeks with only the parentals SUCH FUN -.- but not such fun as this meant being dragged up mountains -.- long bike rides up hills (down hills is fine nay fun) -.-
I think the highlight was when our up hill bike ride was cut very short (to the end of the lane) because my Mum got knocked off her bike by on coming traffic (she didn't hurt herself its fine) but i heard her scream behind me "STUPID PRATS" which if you know my mum this is hilarious because she's really posh and never says things like that , she suddenly went all cockney like Ria.. But anyway it meant that i could go back to the house and watch 'Man Vs Food'  WIN ! he was taking on a giant steak, thrilling stuff.

Im deathly afraid of heights , knowing this information my mum thought it would be fun to climb to the top of a castle with no safety fence , some Irish guy reassured me by saying "(que Irish accent) o its fine las, there's a  deep lake surrounding the castle" fabulous.

It wasn't all bad... i got to watch lambs being born, and laugh at my Dad's disgustingness as he watched through his binoculars the lamb err coming out (Awkward). And you must admit the Irish Accent is the best...and it gave me the chance to perfect my own version of it. "There's more to Ireland den dis" The farmer next door thought this was insulting :/

Ellen x

Cinema-ing.

   Alright-y-y-yes I know. Yes it has been ages. But we have an excuse...alright we don't (perhaps Ellen's hideous green wallpaper put me off?) but here's a post so stop whinging!



Mmmmmmmmmmm!



   So I've finally been able to see The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel (like a millenia after Ellen) so I'm going to blog about it because nothing else of the slightest interest has happened to me recently-even the hosepipe ban makes better news than I.
   Basically I will reiterate what Ellen said previosuly-amazing, go see it! It's totally different to the other tripe being released as in it has a cast of cherished actors and actresses or more commonly known as old people.
   Speaking of which, I have a liking for Bill Nighy now. If Ellen was around, she'd make a snide remark about me chasing after old men. But what I mean is, he looks better with shorter hair that's all...aher.

   Other actors far too old for Ellen and I featured in 'she stoops to conquer' which was broadcast live from the Olivier Theatre in London. We really enjoyed it and felt that some good decent literature would counteract the rubbish we are usually exposed to.
   It had a plethora of ITV 'stars' such as that northern bloke from Benidorm and Becky from Coronation Street but what caught our attention were the two gentlemen you can see to the right. I think we've settled that Ellen can have the blue coated one and I'll have the yellow coated one-sorted.