Back To C-Town.

(Albeit only for a lunch date; an old location, a new house, and two old new-friends.)

Canterbury!

Moving away from university, away from Parkwood, and very much into our near-town castle made me see the new house is not so new, or as lovely as I thought it would be.
Mis-matched furniture, a single bed and a wardrobe definately not the right size for my narnia - i've obviously drawn one of the shortest straws in the house. However, maybe Kyle will trade me, if i promise to cook him dinner maybe a couple of times (*when i say cook - i mean buy, preferably at Wagamamas) seems as he has two built in Wardrobes (again not Narnia-sized, but adequate for housing at best a good chunk of my hoarding.) I guess i should see the bright side- i'll be one of the last people to get burgled with my upstairs room- Football C will be living on Campus, and my two favourite rugby girls will be close, close by for means of escape.

Lunch at Wagamamas was everything I thought it would be - having left home before 8am and arriving around 1, then moving in and sorting things out, I thought it rude to ship my chauffer dad off to fly solo, so invited him to join the gossip table for our favourite Japanese. Chat was obviously censored to some extent, but regardless, it was a lovely catch up. (Turns out Essex & JD are better than ever, and AM has replaced her JB with a new beau James. Even though her parents still very much think she's with JB, still, since March!)

Then, it was real ice-creams in the Southern sunshine before starting the long journey back home.

Fabulous day.
(Although i'm sure the Sex and the City ladies would never allow a gentleman to lunch with them. Perhaps I'm not-so-Carrie-Bradshaw after all..)