When Mum opened the door and found us standing there, her reaction was everything I could have hoped for; she looked shocked, amazed and pleased and didn't have a heart attack :) Seriously though, the surprise seemed to go down very well indeed and not long after I had arrived Dad came home on a half day from work to complete the thing. We didn't do much of note on Friday afternoon, just sitting around, chatting and catching up. Dinner turned out very nice and as always, I enjoyed being in the bosom of my family.
Saturday, we went into Norwich and I decided to break my ban and go on a clothes shopping binge. I haven't bought hardly any since I started dieting because I didn't want buy stuff and grow out of it, but I've hit a plateau recently and I've been finding it hard to stay motivated. Perhaps the pleasures of looking pretty and buying new clothes will kick start things for me again, I don't know. Anyway, Mum and I had an extremely nice time traipsing around and I bought 2 new skirts, 3 tops, a dress and 2 pairs of sandals. I also bought a lovely pair of earrings but I've already managed to lose one in the pub last night!
This was followed by the traditional meal out, booked in secret by Dad, which was in a new restaurant, Chez le Freres. I had possibly the most gorgeous starter in the world - chicken and mushroom topped with puff pastry with a white wine, cream and mustard sauce which was unbelievably divine. The other courses were all great too and it would definitely be a recommendation, although bear in mind that it's at the high priced end of the market (£13 ish for main courses).
Sunday bought hanging around pontificating over the newspaper and sorting through the last drawer of stuff of mine still living at my parents house as well as the collection of games given jointly to my brother and me over many Christmases. I bought quite a bit of the stuff home; I'm sure that my ruthlessness will kick in again eventually but it was nice to see all the miscellaneous bits again and I also took Risk, which I haven't played for ages, and my Chinese Chequers set, which is very pretty. Oh, and we plundered the game of life for money - you can never have too much money :) I'd forgotten exactly what Game of Life was like until we opened the box - I wonder why they had Journalist as a higher paid job than Doctor; I didn't think journalists got that much. Having loaded all this nostalgia up into the car (another good thing about hiring a car rather than the public transport route) we departed for home to spend a leisurely Sunday evening with the cat resting and not doing any of the very necessary tidying up and hoovering; Cassie has gone into full on moult mode.