Wednesday 4th I’m in a Travelodge thing just outside Stirling for the night. We’ve completed the first leg of our journey up to Wick. I’ve not actually got a lot to write down because not a lot has actually happened.
The room here is quite nice and fairly big and Abby and I have a good view of the car park where there are quite a few lads. Earlier, there was a coach load coming back from a Rangers match, we think, and there was another nice one who seems to be staying here. He gave me a second glance when I was at the window but probably only because I was in my nightie with a towel on my head!
We went into Stirling for some tea and to give Mollie a walk. We only ended up in McDonald’s though where I discovered a member of staff who didn’t fit the stereotype. He was nice looking, not greasy and not spotty. I think he was called Graham.
There was a right saddo tourist in there too who was whipping out his video camera and filming the inside of the McDonald’s. One question… Why??!
Dad decided to stick Union Jack flags (left over from the Prom concert at school) up at the windows in the car. His excuse was so that people would think Grandma L was the Queen Mum! Yeah right!!
Thursday 5th I’m in Wick now. Yeah!!! It seemed to take ages to get here even though I did sleep a bit before we stopped for lunch. We stopped at the Tomatin Little Chef where there were nice lads working there [God, I was fully on the holiday prowl for boys, wasn’t I?!] with not-so-nice names such as Jeff and Donald. The girl who served us wasn’t much better, being Martha!
We arrived here at Auntie S’s house and were greeted by Auntie S, Rhian, Tom and Minnie. Oh, and Mollie was reunited with Penguin the spaniel (black and white) from across the road where the McLean family used to live. I think they’re in love. Mollie wouldn’t even leave him when we shouted “walkies” at her. There won’t be any puppies though because he’s been ‘done’!
Abby, Rhian and I went for a walk around the town earlier in search of people [boys]. We saw Rhian’s latest obsession, Greg Thompson, in the back of a red Ford Fiesta with 2 of his mates. They drove past us about 15 times and did wave sometimes. They were all okay looking. Apparently Greg lives a few doors down from Rhian’s old house and she used to play with him when she was little. His address is 19 Meadowbank Road, Wick and his phone number is 01955 ******.
Abby found some lad in a tartan Oasis-style hat who she quite likes and I saw Ben McFarlane. He’s lovely. I think he’s 17 and he’s driving now but only his mum’s car which is white with OLL and then 4 numbers for the registration plate. First time I saw him this year (which was today), he was driving up Scalesburn and he kind of grinned and shrugged at Rhian. I don’t know why. I then ran up Port Dunbar so I could see him again coming down Sandigo Drive and it worked. He just smiled. He probably saw me jumping about and grinning a lot in the mirror though. Not good!