The Easter holidays have come early for uni this year – Easter is 2 weeks or so away (I think), anyway I am finally home after nearly four months  in Nottingham and what a relief. I can finally relax and be around the people that mean the most to me however, I do have a shit load of work to do (urghhhhh!)

So on Mother’s Day (Sunday 30th March) I had to work during the day which seemed to go on forever because I knew that I was going home at the end of the day! 6:20pm came, I left work and scooted down to the train station where I awaited my train to take me home – the bloody thing was late so I had little to no time to catch my two connecting trains (absolute pain in the ass!)

My name is Autumn and I'm going home, my name is Autumn I'm from Newbury, my name is Autumn and I'm going HOME! (BBCR1 Going Home Song)

My name is Autumn and I’m going home, my name is Autumn I’m from Newbury, my name is Autumn and I’m going HOME! (BBCR1 Going Home Song)

Having safely arrived home after many frantic ‘fast-walks’ to get from one end of a train station to another, I could finally put my feet up and take a deep breath… ahhhhhhhh!

I definitely didn’t move off the sofa for the whole of the next day:

eat, watch TV, nap, eat a little bit more, watch TV, accidentally nap again… 

it just had to be done, doing nothing ended up being pretty damn exhausting.

Nutella on toast, perfect.

Nutella on toast, perfect.

Oh and I also devoured Mum’s homemade coffee cake – it is literally fit for a king or at least someone with a massive sweet tooth like me; insane!

Mum's famous coffee cake.

Mum’s famous coffee cake.

Throughout the week it was pretty chilled and relaxing, I had my tarot cards read by one of my Mum’s lovely friend who is a psychic (yes I believe in it all) – it all just made sense, and it kicked me up the ass which is what I needed having done nothing for the last couple of weeks at uni (oops!)

After doing a day of research for some uni essays I had a lovely visitor – Mark. He came down for a long weekend! As always it was so good to see him, having been apart for nearly 4 weeks.

We headed to Reading which is a small city 30 minutes away from my hometown Newbury because it has much better shops, places to eat and a better cinema.

The sun was shining despite the smog covering it for the majority of the day – the news said it had traveled from the Sahara Desert and picked up air pollution as well as sand from the desert (bit scary right?)

The sun was out!

The sun was out!

We shopped till we dropped… well I did, Mark was being good and didn’t buy anything apart from lunch for us (a man who pays is a keeper, right girls?). I bought a pair of ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, a black cami and another graphic style tee in the sale at Topshop which was a good find. I was pretty pleased considering I’m the one that NEVER finds anything to buy even though I desperately just want to buy something.

Once we couldn’t walk around anymore, we headed to the cinema to go watch the new Need For Speed film with Breaking Bad star Aaron Paul.

Sweets at the ready.

Sweets at the ready.

It was a really gripping film especially as the two of us love cars, there was no disappointment at all. The twists that happen (don’t want to give anything away but there is the typical bad guy and good guy) makes it that little bit better and the non-CGI reliant than the Fast & Furious films (to which I could watch over and over again, so that says something about Need For Speed.)

Starbucks was on the cards for sure, as it ALWAYS is when we are together – Starbucks lovers! (haha) But because the sun was shinning we decided not to go for our usual salted caramel mocha but the iced-frappuccinos, perfect on a warm sunny day!

Yeah I guess we are Starbucks crazy!

Yeah I guess we are Starbucks crazy!

We should probably buy some shares in the company since we are always drinking from there – it’s a pretty bad habit and a costly one at that (oops!)

Friday night we had arranged to go to Miller & Carter, a steakhouse in Reading, with Mum and a few of her friends for dinner, drinks and to a casino for a bit of fun with the oldies (Mum and her friends – she’ll so kill me for saying that, haha).  So we all put our glad rags on and hit the town, so to speak.

Shamless selfie.

Shamless selfie.

Miller & Carter was pretty full, being a Friday night, but because we were a fairly big party they put us in a room all by ourselves (fairly strange, but at least we could all hear and speak to eachother without shouting.) Decorated with abstract images of cows (shamelessly couldn’t wait to eat one) and even had it’s own bell to call for service – rather posh we said!

The steak was unreal!

Steak at Miller & Carter

Steak at Miller & Carter

I was being bad with my food and had desert – INSANE chocolate brownie with chocolate ice-cream, it was still gooey and warm inside: de-lic-ious!

Heavenly brownie!

Heavenly brownie!

After hours of chat and with full stomachs (I was popping out of my leather trousers, it’s really not a good look) we headed to the casino to place some bets and hopefully win big!

We are such high spenders – only 3 of us decided to get some balls and gamble away some money. Basically we are pretty crap at gambling, but then again I guess it is just luck! A couple of Mum’s friends won about £20 which is better than nothing, there was me thinking that if I placed a bet I’d get back hundreds, but that is definitely not the case.

Having had enough of the casino and gambled all of our money away (well the money we allocated to gamble away, £10) we headed to a bar for more chat and drinks, then called it a night.

Waking up on Saturday was pretty hard, it was a late night and we had had a couple of drinks – which I’m not used to as I tend not to drink anymore (wasted calories in my eyes, I would much rather a slab of chocolate cake or something than an alcoholic drink) but Mark and myself headed into Newbury for some chilled out time so a nice walk along the Kennet Avon river and had some lunch – despite the horrible rain.

Newbury is pretty at times.

Newbury is pretty at times.

Having gained an appetite from walking along the river, taking in the scenery we headed to a nearby pub called the Lock Stock & Barrel for some good old pub-grub!

Yum.

Yum.

Mark went back home on Sunday evening where we watched TV all day and didn’t move from the sofa unless it was to eat the rest of Mum’s coffee cake, now it’s time to get on with some more work for those lovely deadlines that seem to be all at once again (oh the joy the lecturers must have to set them all around the same time!)

With my holidays drawing to the end (noooooo!) I shall be chatting from Nottingham in a week or so…

Until then,

Peace out.

Autumn x