January - Bevvo's big two and one.

Time to celebrate, the last big birthday for a while and that happens to be Miss Beveridge’s big 21^st, I had so much trouble trying to figure out what to get her for her birthday, all I knew was I had to replace that stupid, munter picture she had in her 18^th picture frame! Finally, I settle on park life festival tickets, because who better to attend that festival with than my wonderful best friend? And now we have something to look forward to, together and what a perfect way to celebrate being graduated degree students!
The aim of the game is to go to Manchester and party! I was going to miss this night out, but how can I miss my best friends 21^st birthday night out? How could I miss waking up on her side of the bed, giving her an underwear show because that’s what she lives for after a night out and then a trip to McDonald’s with my discount card, I truly spoil this girl don’t I?
The night was amazing, so many munters to laugh at and too many shots to be able to drink! I wouldn’t have wanted to spend this night out with any other people, and to top off the whole entire night, Melissa slid straight off a seat. Absolutely, hilarious! It was bound to be either me or her and I am more than glad it was the latter. Definitely an all-round great night, hiya hangover!

January - End of an era.

It’s weird knowing that after this weekend I will probably never return back to this house on Boleyn road ever again. My whole life my Nan and Granddad lived in and owned this house, in fact, for double the amount of years I have lived they have been in this exact same house. The stories we were told, the Sunday afternoons me and my cousin Leanne would mess up my Nan and granddads bed and remake it to earn ourselves two pound a time to spend at the shop. Going on trips with my granddad in his car, the park that was a stone’s throw away, yet was huge and a lot of hours were spent in that park.
It wasn't just family that had gone to and made memories in this house, mine and family friends also had experiences in this house, and now it is soon to be no longer the house everyone knows. It will bought by a new family, for them to make new memories in. This weekend I am staying with my younger cousin Rihanna, mum and step dad, it is emotional; there are so many reminders of them, so many things about the house that makes it theirs.
The plus side of staying for the weekend is I got to spend some quality family time, I went shopping with Rihanna who I once lived with and in my eyes will always be little four year old Rihanna, but who in actual fact is now nine years old. I also became close to my cousin Nicole again, planning trips up north and down south during a family meal.
Everyone always says that it takes something bad to happen for something good to happen also and I am now a believer of this. From this great loss of not only my Nan, but the house that feels like a family treasure, we are able to come together for another time to celebrate the family we are because of the experiences we have had together in and around this house. Our parents grew up here, lived here and their lives begun here before us grandchildren were even a thought. The walls scattered with photographs of the family, accomplishments and happy times for all to see.
It is a sad time to say goodbye to this house, but without my grandparents it is just a house and no longer the home it once was. It will be missed greatly, but something no one will forget in a hurry.

January - Goodbye for now, paradise awaits.

What a bitterly sweet beautiful day, today is the day we say goodbye for now to Nanny Pat. It doesn't seem real, I feel like it’s too soon to be having this day, that we aren't really saying goodbye to her, that we are all going to wake up and it all just be a dream.
It’s bitterly cold and snowing, the house is getting full of family members, probably for the last time. It doesn't feel the same without my Nan alive and present in it, even though her coffin is there and she hasn't been gone from it for too long the house has lost its family welcome without her being here.
Typical me; my dress has come apart at the zip and I literally need to be sewn back in it. I can only imagine what my Nan would have to say on this matter: “Megan, why can’t you buy clothes that are going to last a long time? It’s not all about how you look you know.” It’s hard not to miss her most at times like this, but we all know that she is there in spirit and laughing at us all for having to stand around in the snow.
The ceremony is beautiful, the Eulogy read, poems read and all the granddaughters and my uncle Raymond putting a red rose on to her coffin, we are finally able to grieve and say our goodbye. The church is full beyond capacity; there is not an empty seat in the room, and people stood either side, all grieving over the loss of my Nan. It is an overwhelming thought, that my Nan actually does have more friends than I do, but you know old people, love to make new mates, just in case and at this time it is more than apparent that these were not ‘just in case mates’ but my Nan's nearest and dearest.
Rest in paradise Nanny Pat, loved forever and never forgotten.

January - New year, party just as hard.

After what can only be described as the worst Christmas that I have ever had the pleasure of living through, New Year’s Eve managed to fly round the corner! Why oh why did I say I would have a party? There are multiple reasons why this is the worst idea I have ever had; one, I do not know how to be organised, if organisation slapped me in the face I still wouldn't know what to do with it other than ignore it. Two, I am working until three in the morning, albeit I didn't know this at the time I planned a party that I was working till then, but in all fairness it was my turn to do them. Three, I don’t want to clean up before, I don’t want to clean up after, and most importantly, last and most definitely not least four, I cannot drink in moderation. I have a very big night on New Year’s Day, and I will without a doubt be disgustingly hung-over, oh well YOLO.
The party was a complete success, it wasn't massive but everyone who I wanted to be there, the girls, the boys and even munter Bradshaw made an appearance to spend the night with us. There seemed to be people everywhere at one point, everyone drinking and in general having a good time. Of course it did not go smoothly, there were glasses smashed, drinks spilled and the house smelt like a brewery for a good few days afterwards. Amber and Gabby got stuck in the bathroom, resulting in the door having to be kicked down – sorry mum! And there were of course arguments that resulted in a lot of tears. However everyone seemed to have a good time, even the kids.

There was however some bad news awaiting for me, my Nan had taken a turn for the worse and passed away on New Year’s Eve at about half 9. It was hard to find out when there was no way I could say goodbye, and when I had a house full of guests so I had to remain strong, however, I knew that she would not want me to dwell on the negative but to drink my next drink for her and celebrate the night ahead that I have been planning for so long, so this one is definitely for you Nanny Pat, heavens newest angel and love you forever.

December - Greggo's big 19th.

Greggo’s big 19^th celebrations and I am SO excited to give her, her presents. I know it’s weird but I literally LOVE giving presents and it took me ages to make sure I got the best possible collection of gifts I could, she best like them or I am keeping them for myself…
What a night! I was spiked I’m sure of it, the last thing I remember is being in The Litten Tree nursing a pitcher of Woo Woo, and that is the be all and end all until I woke up the next day in bed with Sophie at Emma’s house. I would LOVE to know what the hell happened last night, and I would love even more to eat something, but in the meantime I shall call Greggo and serenade her with my beautiful voice, make myself look a little bit more human and eventually go to work, life is GREAT. As long as Miss Gregson had an amazing night and got spoilt then the night was definitely a success, and if I do not get a slice of birthday cake, that I carefully chose a chocolate one because I knew I would personally love it, then the friendship is terminated. Just saying!