A mini break

So I had a little holiday recently, which was nice. It started off with me almost falling asleep after my night shift while having my hair cut and not noticing the amount of hair being gradually cut from my head. The result is a short, bold style. Bold being the word used by my friend to describe it. I must admit I wasn't happy with it but I've got used to it now. Anyway it's hair so it'll grow. I also randomly got my Tragus pierced and booked another tattoo. I do these spontaneous things sometimes. The Tragus piercing hurt like hell for a few days but it's ok now. At least i can lie on that side of my face without waking up yelping in pain. Bristol...I had to travel to Bristol for a Hen Night which I was a little anxious about. Loads of people I didn't know and sharing a room with a stranger. Those were the least of my problems. I set off at 1:30pm thinking I'd have plenty of time as I was only an hour away. All was going well until 5 miles from the junction when the traffic on the motorway came to a standstill. I didn't know Bristol balloon festival was on so the whole place was snarled up. I sat and I crawled. I tried to go the right way but the one way system is a nightmare. The traffic wasn't moving. I phoned my friend and was ranting down the phone. It was 5:30pm when I abandoned my car down a cobbled street. I collared an old couple and put £1 in the meter. I wasn't particularly bothered about a ticket as I was running mega late. We were having a meal at 6:30pm. I got up to the room at 5:45pm and was rather sweaty and annoyed from being stuck in the car all that time. Four painful hours it took me to do a one hour journey. Anyway I felt a bit better after a rushed shower. We went to an Italian which was average at best. The pasta was not great. The chicken tasted like frozen sliced meat. I could have thrown it together at home and done better. They did a Mr and Mrs type question thing which was kind of funny. Wether went on to a club where you got a free shot, however you had to buy a drink first. I went for a black currant shot which was like drinking a mixture of neat vodka and black currant cordial. A few of us did jaeger bombs as well. Oh I forgot to mention the pink hen party sash and penis straws we had to brandish. I didn't enjoy that particularly. This club was just rammed with other hen nights. Eventually after a few drinks we moved on to another club which I didn't enjoy. We went into a room which was ablaze with strobe lights and music so loud you couldn't hear anyone let alone hear yourself think. A bloke tried talking to me but gave up in the end because we couldn't understand each other. A girl hit me in the head with her cowboy hat after swinging it around her head. Fortunately it wasn't the side I'd just had pierced. We left and went back to the hotel and a few of us went to Subway to get something to eat. I did enjoy myself to a point but I'm not a clubber. The funniest moment was a load of pissed blokes who were giving us abuse. I was glaring at one particularly aggressive bloke and he was glaring back but he didn't notice the billboard he was heading towards and walked full pelt into it. I laughed so hard. When I got to my car in the morning I was relieved to find a) my car still there and in one piece and b) no parking ticket. Somerset...I set off for Nether Stowey and to my relief there was no traffic so I made it in about an hour. It wasn't what I was expecting. It is quite a big village and full of life. The first day we just chilled really. It was nice because I was exhausted. I did go to bed early but I needed to. The next day we went to Coleridge Cottage which is in the village. I did a bit of dressing up and wrote a poem with a quill. It was quite interesting. We sat and had afternoon tea which was nice. I think it was that evening we drove to the beach a Dunster. On the Tuesday we went to Dunster Castle which was really good. We did a basement tour and saw the old kitchens. We went around the castle itself which was huge and again did a bit of dressing up. I put on a chain mail head piece which weighed an absolute tonne. There was another area with a hunting jacket and an old old shot gun which also weighed a tonne. We then wandered into the medieval village which had the most amazing old houses. We had lunch in a pub and I got a little sunburnt as it was quite a hot day. That night we had dinner in one of the pubs and participated in the pub quiz. We did our best and came a resounding last. It was fun though. On the wednesday we went to Taunton to the Museum of Somerset and guess what, I dressed up again. Three different army uniforms from different periods and a Roman toga. The museum was surprisingly big and there was a lot to see. I felt a bit unwell so we sat down and had a drink when I suggested going to Fleet Air Arms Museum. Why not? Off we went and got there at 3:40pm just in time for the Carrier experience. Everyone got in a helicopter and the doors shut then it started vibrating as though it was flying us to the HMS Ark Royal. When we exited we were on the landing deck and it was full of planes. There were video screens which simulated planes taking off and landing. We moved on and it took you through different parts of the ship and a chap on a screen told you about the different areas. They were basically the communication rooms. When we came out there was another room which you went in and it had video screens and showed the ships landing deck at work. It used wind and the floor dropped to add to the experience. We came out of there and headed straight to Hall 4 where Concorde was situated. We climbed the stairs and I was taken aback by how small the interior was. It was so small. We walked up to the cockpit and I couldn't stand up straight. I was having to bend over the ceiling was so low. I spoke to a lady a the shop and she said that's why it was referred to as the sardine tin. I'm not sure I'd have wanted to fly on it having seen how compact it is. When we got back we went to Blue Anchor for fish and chips by the sea. It was yummy. We then had a little stroll on the beach before heading back. I set off for home at about 9:40pm and got back at 00:15pm. It was a long journey but I think driving around all day hadn't helped. It was nice to get home and back to my own bed. I had a really nice few days away and I really enjoyed the part of Somerset we were in. I think I needed to get away from work etc. It'll be rubbish going back but we have to return to normality at some point. It was nice to see my girlies as well. I was glad to hear they behaved themselves at the vets but I think they were glad to get home too.