So here I am. In the lovely village of Grassington, North Yorks. I come here on average about once every sechs woche, to visit my grandparents and other extended family. Most of my family are based north of where you can start saying "I'm up north," so it's just little old us in Cambridgeshire. Would I come and live up here and leave our area? Not for the world.
We always come up here for New Year though, and it's good fun. I play board games with one particular Aunt for a somewhat extortionate amount of time, and have more than a little Champagne. Not that I actually like bubbly that much, it's just handed around several times during the course of the night. I'm enjoying myself at the minute very much. There is, contrary to my fears, an internet connection (though not one strong enough for the iPod to pick up...) and my grandma makes Apple Pie like you wouldn't believe.
Just generally, my life is excellent currently. Really wonderful. I haven't put on an ounce of weight over Christmas (through sheer will and a lucky hatred of mince pies), I have an incredible girlfriend, and great friends.
Off for some Poirot on ITV3 with my grandparents now, I think. xx
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