McFly, history, Whisky and Serenity ...

Up at stupid 0'clock yesterday morning, so I could queue up outside the Ipswich Regent for tickets to a concert by Charlotte's favourite band, McFly. I got there at 7am clutching my flask of coffee, and there was around 40 people ahead of me in the queue including girls who had slept overnight outside the theatre. The 2 hours until the ticket office went by quite quickly, as we watched the Police come and arrest a drunken family who had been hurling abuse at some of the girls at the front of the queue, (Did feel sorry for the children in the drunken family, as they were walking the streets at 7am - The Police took them into care), plus I got talking to two very nice ladies in the queue in front of me. One was in her early 50's, but had an autistic daughter who was heavily into McFly - the daughter and her followed the band round the country with the mother having to queue at all sorts of hours for various McFly related events.

Anyway, I got my 6 tickets just after 9am but will be e-mailing the Regent to ask why each ticket had an admin charge of £2.50 if paid for with a debit card? An extra £15 for using my card - obviously had I known it would have cost me that, I'd have paid cash, but I didn't ... I can't see how it costs £2.50 to print off a ticket and hand it to me through a small window - obviously a specalised job, only to be done by people with 4 years training.

The girls and I went for our regular Sunday afternoon dog walk today. Bethany wanted to feed ducks so we drove down to the walls at Mistley, and threw bread at the ducks. Then we decided to go somewhere a bit different, so we drove through Mistley and kept going until we saw something that a.) caught our eye and b.) had somewhere we could park the car!

We spotted an old World War 2 gun emplacement in the middle of a field (Which had a public footpath running through it), so decided to go and explore it. The roof which would have had the gun on it, was now covered in a foot of soil and grass, but the structure was still sound and the girls had a great time exploring.

Charlotte liked the ladder leading upto the roof, but it was obviously designed for people over 6 feet tall as I had trouble climbing the ladder let alone the girls.

After the emplacement, we got back into the car (Pretending we were soldiers leaving after a night on the guns during an air-raid) and headed over to Mistley Church.

We found a path we've never explored before, and decided that we'd have a look at it properly next week, as far more interestingly the girls spotted two horses in a field. So over we went ...

We bumped into the owner of the horses, who told us that they were called Whiskey and Serenity (Whiskey being the brown one). Charlotte wasn't too keen on them, but Bethany was determined to give them both a pat (And Jackson ran when one got too close).



And I think Bethany is due a haircut ...