He picked me up on Saturday, and we went to Mansfield for about an hour, in an attempt to sort my phone out, which eventually got resolved and I should have my old number back in the next few hours (fingers crossed, anyway). After that, we headed to my Grandma and Grandad's bungalow. I hadn't spoken to my Grandma since I'd gotten back from Wolverhampton, and she was super pissed about it. Like, more than pissed.

I think when she was shouting at me was the point where I just realised all this stuff that was on my shoulders, with my vocal nodes, and crap health at the minute, and missing my friends so much, and not having a job, and not having money, and wanting to move out of my mums, and being harassed every time I tweet something or whatever. I couldn't help but burst out crying (which is bad for my voice, so I started getting panic-y about crying), and then she started crying, and it was horrible. My dad and grandad were stood in the kitchen just trying to keep their heads down. Though it was resolved quickly, and they said I need to keep in better contact. So we had food, and with that, we were off to my brothers flat.

My brother (along with my entire paternal family, thinking about it) is one of those people who I am terrible at keeping in touch with. I hadn't spoken to him since Christmas, and since then, he's found out that he's going to be having a baby. But he hasn't really changed much, he just has baby things hidden in the back room now.

He and his wife (also called Elizabeth Brown now, if you can believe it) were giving me hilarious amounts of advice for trying to get a job, and getting experience in blogging if I want to be a writer, and taking courses in things I'm interested in (we'll get to that blogging thing later). They both said they'd look over my CV for me and help me word it a little better if it needed it. I'm not passing up any advice they give me because they're both pretty successful now. My brothers working on getting his PhD now. Thanks, bro. I'll be able to live up to you, no problem.

After we'd talked about what things we wanted to get for the baby (as one of two Aunties, I shall be looking into purchasing a Jellycat cuddly toy) and then we made our way back to Tibshelf for Chinese food from the take away we used to go to all the time when I was little. I was disappointed by the Vegetarian dishes.

Then it was back to Creswell with my Dad, where I worked on my writing a little bit (setting up for NaNoWriMo in November) and went to bed.

The next day, I rolled out of bed around 11am, and was forced to get ready to go to Creswell Crags. It was actually a really lovely day outside, and was really beautiful. My favourite place was near the new visitors centre, they had a tonne of hand carved signs, but "coming home with the gold of our adventures" was my favourite one.

We had a cup of tea and I had a delicious cupcake, and then we ambled around for an hour before going back to the car. I took a lot of photos and made a lot of notes about certain things as well, as more of my preparation for NaNoWriMo. We got home, had dinner, and then me and Anna had a little bit of a girly time, where she painted my toe nails and forced me to put this face mask on. It was a good time. We watched a Harry Potter film, and then had an early night because it seemed like an unnecessarily long day.

The next day, my phone got sorted out, my dad and Anna went to work, and 15 minutes later, my grandparents came to pick me up to take me shopping. They do it every so often when there's a huge sale on at Next Clearance and I get all my favourite clothes for like, £2 a piece. It's glorious. We had tea at the Thorntons Café and it was lovely, but then I came home because I was exhausted and normal activities of gaming and being scared of the mouse that's currently living in my wardrobe returned and that's about where I am now.

I'm going to make a promise to myself now. I am not updating this blog just for the sake of updating it. I'll force myself to hold of posting , unless I really need a good rant. I think my blog was a lot better last year, when my summer was full of interesting things (like that one week where I was at Download festival for five days, then was in Manchester two days after it finished to see Green Day, and two days after that I was in Birmingham with some of my Uni friends to go and see Derren Brown). So it probably means I'll be posting a hell of a lot less, but I guess whatever I do post will have some level of quality.

That being said, I'll hopefully be seeing Claky in a few days to go to Gay Pride in Nottingham. Who knows, though?