Living in Bristol

We arrived in Bristol during summer and it was lovely. We spent our first couple of weeks just relaxing, drinking far too much wine with Zelda and generally having a great time.

We took up residence as Zelda's lodgers. The house was a lovely townhouse on its own private walkway.

After a couple of week's of rest we knuckled down to find work. Matt had to head back to Australia for a while, so I was job hunting on my own at first. I got a job at the Cuban down near the water. It was a love, hate relationship. My workmates were absolutely brilliant, we had a great time after work and even during sometimes. They made going to work bearable, even enjoyable on occasion. The long hours and totally unethical Head Office nearly did my head in, but all in all it was worth it for the money we earned towards our trip.

As all we did was work, it's not surprising that I made my best Bristol mate and hopefully lifelong friend Teddy. He was the only one who kept me coming back to work sometimes. He has a brilliant sense of humour and an incredible way of looking at the world. I can't wait to read his first book which has some inspiration from the characters (and I do mean characters) at the Cuban.

Matt got back after about 6 weeks in Oz and found a job at a sports bar called Racks. He quite enjoyed it, except for the ceilings that were way too low.

Work was about a 50 minute walk away so I bought good old squeaky. My 1950s (yep an original) bike, that you could always hear coming. He saved me a solid 30 minutes on my commute and I loved him right up until he decided to continually get flat tyres (due to very old wheels).

We didn't get up to a huge amount while we were in Bristol, but we did have some lovely dinners, and a great day checking out the suspension bridge.

My trip to work took in the Cathedral every day and the gorgeous library building, which was also great to feed my reading addiction while we were there.