Well, we went on the trip to Bristol. Imagine if you were dropped ( if you know Nottingham) at Canning Circus, not knowing where you were in relation to the city centre. This was us, dropped quite away from civilisation on the outskirts of Bristol, it took us quite a walk to find the shops. Just a massive urban jungle of hotels, dodgy areas smelling of weed and urine. We found Cabot Circus shopping centre after about half an hour of walking.
You can imagine that our first impressions of it were not fantastic.
We did find a TKMAXX and were able to find The Frankenstein bust I was after. It means we can remove the Cary Grant version, and store him, making room for this more Boris Karlof version. The ever evolving unliving room display.
Also found a little figure for my tier tray but that's for after the Summerween tray is changed. As I say, it's a movable feast evolving whenever I locate new treasures.
We came back to the bus, only to find one couple had either lost their way back or decided to leave early or what. I'd be tearing my hair out, if it was me. The coach waited half an hour, but then had to go as his parking permit ran out and we all needed to get back.
Turns out they were back at the hotel having got public transport as they were bored! How bloody selfish not to let someone know! They could have told them at the desk so that when the driver asked the desk if they had their number so he could ring them! Some people really don't think.
Later on we had food and went to the pub for our last drink. We left around 9.30pm so we had time to pack ready for home in the morning.
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