The above phrase is very fitting to how things have been of late. The last few weeks have been packed to the brim with cottage hunting, tube riding, Harry Potter nerding and Nostalgianeering.
Let me explain. It all began back at the beginning of March when myself and the Mr hopped on the Megabus Gold to London to visit my sisters and to take a trip to the Harry Potter Studios in Watford (my Christmas pressie from my lovely husband.) We had a delightful weekend, full of lots of eating, guinea pig snuggles, hot croissants and cups of tea, lovely sunny riverside walks near Epping Forest and piles and piles of Harry Potter nerdiness.
Myself and the Mr are HUGE Harry Potter fans so this present was as much for him, as it was for me (but I know he'd never admit that) and we had such a brilliant time. We caught the tube into London on Sunday morning, stopped off at M&S for some bits for our packed lunches, and off we went to Watford. I was completely in my element all day, and as you can see, really got into the spirit of things by donning my Gryffindor scarf and t-shirt pretending I was a Hogwarts student for the day. I won't give away too many spoilers or bore you with tonnes of photos from the day but, by far my favourite parts were the Gryffindor common room, and the boys dormitory...but above all it was The Burrow where the Weasley family live. The attention to detail throughout the whole tour is second to none, and I urge anyone who has even remotely enjoyed the Harry Potter films let alone read the books, to visit. And the Butterbeer, isn't too bad either.
After such a lovely weekend, both relaxing and tiring in it's own right, we climbed onto the coach home, only to receive a call from the estate agent to confirm our viewing of a dear little mining cottage in the village where I grew up. My heart was all a flutter, and my head was mighty confused as I'd received a message earlier in the week to say it wasn't available anymore.
I tried to contain my excitement and not get my hopes up as I knew as soon as we got home from London we would have to drop our bags and run out to meet the estate agent at our potentially dream cottage.
But our dreams were sadly not fulfilled. The cottage was not at all what we expected and we strolled home to my parents house a few minutes away, as I wiped away a few disappointed tears. (Oh well, there'll be more pretty cottages, I'm sure.)
Which almost brings me up to date. More recently, I've been involved with the wonderful Pretty Nostalgic Society. I've been reading this beautiful publication for many years. So, when the lovely editor of the magazine, Nicole, sent out an appeal for members to become more actively involved I jumped at the chance. Our most recent event has been at Lou Lou's Vintage Fair in Cardiff's City Hall, this past Sunday. We had a brilliant day and met so many lovely Nostalgianeers, spreading the word about the society. I can't wait for the next one now. And I've even signed up to do a couple of events around the country too.
If you'd like to know more about the Pretty Nostalgic Society then you can read the latest issue of the compendium online for FREE, for one issue only. You can pre-order a printed copy on the website, or sign up for a yearly subscription here.
So, there you have it. That's where I've been disappearing to recently. My next adventure will be to the Country Living Fair this coming Thursday, and I cannot wait!. Goodness me, I think I need to slow down.
If you need me, I'll be in bed with a cup of tea, watching Harry Potter films back to back.