Quick trip to bristol and hours in a "aussie" pub

Don't expect much from this entry for one thing this is Chris writing and I am not as gifted with spinning a yarn as Em, secondly there isn't much to write about we didn't do much today we just jumped on the bus and went to a little town (or suburb as we call it) called Westbury. We went there once before to use the internet joint there but this time Em dragged me back there as she had spotted a charity shop with a 2 books for 1.50 pounds, so needless to say we are now dragging two more chicklit books around the country with us!

After Westbury we got a bus into the city centre and walked around looking at a lot of expensive shops resisting the urge to buy any more clothing items (think we have enough now!) Instead we picked up another Lonley Planet book to cover the countries we were missing. I have given up on not looking like a tourist anymore and excepted that I am a photo taking, acent speaking, map reading, guidebook checking, fau'par making tourist! It's just too hard to navigate without checking the map from time to time or to take photos without looking like your taking photos, every now and again you need to have a photo with you in it as proof that you were there at least and that means posing like... a tourist. Anyway I digress from the topic of todays activities, after the guidebook purchase we headed towards a the local Walkabout pub, they are a chain of pretty cliche pubs with an Aussie theme, they don't serve any good Aussie beers though but they are pretty cheap, have lots of screens and most important free wireless, also their venues are always pretty big so if you go there during the day you can usually get some space. So in the "Aussie" pub we spend about 3 hours drinking cider from sweden and doing stuff on the net very exciting!!

After a bus ride home and a quick pack of our bags for tomorrows trip back to London we were picked up by Jen and went to Martin's for dinner, he whipped up Nachos (to make up for the famous Nacho incident mentioned in a previous entry) followed by chilli very yummy.

Day done!

What Chris failed to enter was a fantastic stumble he made today up the back door steps, which are made of stone. It was very funny for ME, not so for him. I was having a wee rest upstairs with the window open, the day, despite it not being much, had wiped me out (I'm still recovering from the dreaded head cold) so, anyhow, I was upstairs just relaxing with the window open when I heard this "whump" noise. I then heard Ann calling out "OH JEFF, are you alright?" Now,I don't know who Jeff is but I knew, just KNEW that this noise, very familiar of someone falling up or down the stairs, would be Chris, and sure enough I heard a strained voice call out to Ann "Yep, fine, I'm fine!" Now, I know Chris well enough now to know the different tones of his voice and I knew he wasn't fine like he was making out, rather he was in a bit of pain. I thought I could do it, I really did, I THOUGHT I could have all my giggles out by the time he hobbled up the stairs, but I didn't and couldn't. Just seeing him stumble through the door amitting a few choice words made me giggle louder and harder and then he got a tad annoyed at me for laughing. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I can't help but giggle or laugh when there's an injury of some sort. It's a sick habit I have, but one that I've had for as long as I can remember, I think it's just a nervous thing, I don't think it's neccessarily that funny but I'll giggle away. Oh well. I'm not 100% sure why Chris was called Jeff, I thought I had misheard but after his long list of expletives, the rolling around on the bed clutching his knees (which for the record are both skinned and red and one was actually quite abit swallon) Chris sat up and asked "Did she call me Jeff?!" So we knew we'd both heard correctly. Where there are stairs Chris is guareenteed to go up or down them, but not always on his feet... in the time I've known Chris 97% of all his injuries have resulted from a set of stairs, which made his trip today even more hilarious for me. Anyway, that sadly was the funniest part of my day. Em

Quick trip to bristol and hours in a "aussie" pub

Bristol, United Kingdom