Cornwall

We've been on holiday to Cornwall and met up with all the cousins, which made it 17 for lunch on the sunday (including the boyfriend) which was a bit hectic, but lovely to see everyone.  We stayed at Ali's in the garden in our new "3 man" tent, which once the airbed was in was about a 1 1/2 man tent! Every night we talked about out situation and everyday we carried on as if nothing was happening.  It came to a head on Saturday evening and I stropped.  Needless to say we'd had a few shandys and therefore, there was no point in discussing it.  It carried on to Sunday when I ended up getting on my fold up bike and cycling into Christchurch to pick up my car, whereupon I went to Mudeford Quay and watched it fill up with tourists all vying for space along the prom with their crabbing nets.  I'm glad I don't live down there any more.  It was heaving, even by 10.00am.  I had a little snooze and then made my way back home, but not until 1.00pm ish.  Was immediately hit with a barrage of stuff, so walked out again.  Came back later and made up, but only after I'd shown some emails which had been sent.  It's going to take a while and I don't know whether we/I'm strong enough.  Stupid girl.