Weekend with Trin

Well Clarrie is here!! And we're all ok. We just rang Jude tsk, but she didn't answer.
Yesterday was a trial. The car doesn't work so the insurance (after an enormous hassle) said I could have a hire car. I assumed I'd need the paper license part of the driving license as well as my card. My dad drove all the way up from Weston to get it for me but I couldn't find it. I looked for an hour. The longer I looked the more upset I got. Until I was wound up very tightly. I started thinking, but none of this is my fault. I got more and more upset and when he arrived I was in a big mess.
Anyways, he took what I had and the car was delivered, and guess what? I didn't need any of it.
It's a lush car. A Ford Fusion. Brand New, CD player and it's beautiful.
So least we got a bit of transport. I took Clarrie and the guys to Weston and we walked along the very bracing sea front. Then along the pier and into the rides and amusements. We managed to lose Clarrie's little lad amongst the three of us! Then an announcement came over the tannoy...Little lad lost thing. Bless.
Tonight I am unable to drag Clazza away from Pimp My Ride, QVC and now America's next top model.
She's a cable TV addict. We had to watch the Diamonique QVC section all morning. The tackiest Chav jewellery in the world.
We've had nice dinner, nice wine and we're all a bit pissed.
xxx