through the window pane.

scotland :D
3 words:really bloody ace!
i got told by a drunk scottish man in full regalia (we're talking kilts and sporrans here) that i looked like annie lennox because of my short hair
my uncle introduced me to bavarian schnapps and pineapple juice (he also made me down a straight shot of said schnapps)
i was also subjected to tom jones on the car drive back to manchester and by being woken up by my uncle playing delilah into the bedroom at 9 in the morning
my cousin came into the hall this morning and shouted
''TAXI TO MANCHESTER!''
as well as having a laugh at his phone book (Johnny ''Poo'' being one of his contacts) and his rather funny interpretation of a mancunian accent and his interpretation of salford life,which i did find a bit mean.
my uncle seconding the motion that as a student i should get hammered-which I did.
an intense drunken conversation with a rather good looking bloke.
calling my uncle a ''Bald Bono'' this morning at the breakfast table.
Singing Delilah by Tom Jones on tap.
Listening to Tom Jones sing about Senghenydd and the price of coal,and me just sat by my cousins thinking ''No,I really don't know Tom what the price of coal is'',and then feeling really silly because it was a song about mining disasters in South Wales.
Meeting a guy who lived in Huddersfield and freaking out for obvious reasons.
My auntie's dad's speech on speech making ''Ladies and Gentlemen,it gives me great pleasure'' with sign language,dare I add.
Piling a lot of food up onto my plate and clearing it in one fell swoop.
My friend from back home texting me. a LOT.

I have fabulous family ♥