Valentines Weekend

Well, as promised, and only a few days after my previous blog, I am here, writing another blog but this time, about my wonderful time away in Penzance with the boyfriend for Valentines.

We went clothes shopping in the afternoon through Penzance shops and Laurie bought quite a lot, which to say he's worn the same 3 outfits for the last 3 years I've known him, is exciting for all. Then we got our glad rags on (pictures to follow) and went out for a brilliant Italian meal at our favourite restaurant: Gino's.

And yes, the dress was a lot shorter on me than I had thought when I bought it. But we still walked along the prom to Gino's, me, holding the front and back of my dress down from the mighty wind, and Laurie trying to drag my clip clopping feet along.


After the meal Laurie decided it was time to try out everything in the hotel room, and I mean everything, down to the complimentary shower caps.

First was the shower,

Then the bed, done with care

Then, he decided to try out the cupboards, just in case Mr Potter had left anything behind

And finally the shower caps, in which I think he looks Dashing!

Whilst he continued to trying out the bath, toilet and carpets, I settled down in bed to watch Ant and Dec on 'The Jonathan Ross Show' which as a major Ant and Dec fan was hilarious as always.

The next morning, the Beachfield Hotel also treated us to a full English breakfast and toast which was a treat, plus the weather had been glorious all weekend, minus a bit of wind, so we ate our sausages and beans in the warm glow of the Penzance sun.

I love this boy, he's so very cute

On the way home, I gave Laurie a little driving lesson, which went very well and he is exceeding in and then we popped by my Grandad's grave to give it a bit of a wipe down and some flowers. And I for one am a very happy girl to know that the sun is shining down on my Grandad's nice clean grave equip with some summer flowers, especially on his birthday.

So this blog, as well as most of the things I do in my life, is dedicated to my wonderful Grandad Alan Salter, the strongest, funniest and biggest hearted man I have ever known.

You will never be forgotten