It's the second time we've made the journey in as many months, and I'm growing quite fond of our routine which involves stopping off at a great little greasy spoon off one of the A roads for a fry up. Alas, I wasn't up to a full fry up (complete with door stops of fried bread) for a change, so settled for a delicious bacon and tomato butty, which set me up for the rest of the day, even if it did make me look like a right lightweight amongst all of the Welsh trucker patrons.
After perusing a few more shops, and buying an impromptu pair of shoes we settled down for some dinner at one of the city's Weatherspoons. Following a hearty meal (perhaps a little too hearty considering my stomach still wasn't 100%) we wandered back through the dark, coloufully lit wet streets of Cardiff and back to the car to drop step-daughter home, before heading home ourselves.
After the pancakes and tea I was ready to take on the world, and managed a pretty hardcore shopping session picking up birthday gifts for my besty, a new moisturiser, some much needed hosiery and some beautiful earrings (I lost one of them on their first outing today).
I headed home, arriving back in the dark to find hubby and step-son engrossed in an art project. I managed to get roped in momentarily, but actually quite liked the results... well, minus the pink fluffy slippers.