The great British blog meet?
What can I say?
You know how when you blog, and you make friends and you feel like you know them?
And you know how when you talk about them to the people physically present on a day to day basis in your life, they look at you like you’re mad?
And they say stuff like, “They’re not real you know?”
or,
“They might be serial killers.”
Well, Holly and Belle are definitely not serial killers as far as I can tell, and they are definitely real. I know, I hugged them.
When Holl arrived at my house on Saturday that was the first thing we did, big squeezy hugs that were just so lovely and happy.
Then we introduced our kids to each other and they ambled shyly into my house, out the back door and onto the trampoline…

And we stayed there pretty much all day, the kids playing, and me and Holl chatting and laughing and chatting some more.
They ate food for just a couple of minutes, then returned to the jumping.
The Thrower (3) threw quite a lot. No really he did, hee hee, and Miss M (3) was good at ducking (only joking.) They were so cute together and just kind of watched each other for a bit and smiled cheekily.
Queen of Hearts (8) was lovely and charming and she and Miss E (7) got on so well there were nearly tears when it was time for us to leave (and they weren’t for me.)
Seriously, we chatted so much we took only a handful of pictures, and I managed to leave the house and travel to Brum in my pink flip flops that usually get no further than my front door. (So sad.)
In a car park at Schmesco we were joined by Belle, and again went off with the hugs. She is the loveliest kindest, coolest person, and QofH and The Thrower were obviously very happy to see her which is always a big tell in my book.
When we attempted to get food at Holl’s digs we were thwarted by the fact we had kids under 14 and it was after 8.00pm which was kind of annoying as the kids were staying IN the Travel Lodge so you’d think they’d be catered for right? Wrong. So we ordered our own style of room service…

..which somehow ended up being copious amounts of garlic bread - and we weren’t even drunk then.
And for dessert, homemade chocolate mouse covered in chocolate buttons made by Belle’s fair hands. Blimey that was soooooooo good. Recipe needed Belle. Slurp.
Having misplaced our cocktail list before we got to Schmesco, we went for, well, bright colours, so our evening beverages were INteresting. It’s funny how in nature the brighter something is the more dangerous/poisonous it is. Not the case with cocktails.
In fact Blue Caraco, Malibu and orange make for a lovely green affair that tastes amazing, as does the same mixture with coke or Dr Pepper Zero. Who knew?
We also went for a lovely orange shaded thing called Glayva, but it turned out to be whiskey so we left it well alone. Whiskey just does not mix with blue things.

Although this one here keeps cuddling up to that Blue Caraco no matter what I do. Tsk.
At 11pm our time, with The Thrower tucked up in bed fast asleep, and Queen of Hearts snoozing with headphones and a dvd, the great blogmeet podcast began.

It was drunken, it was hilarious (to us anyway :)) and it was live chat with Cami and Mr Kaos in Portland, Oregon. Who could wish for a more perfect end to a perfect evening?
Sighhhh.
The Captain came to collect lovely Belle at 1.00am and dropped me at my Innkeepers Lodge (we couldn’t get in the same one this time), and I slept the sleep of the innocent.
Ok, the sleep of the drunk and the innocent.
Oh it was soooo good.
And tomorrow I will bring you more, including an interesting trip into photographic art by Miss E.