Burn the house down

Well I've made it. I am sitting in my new room, in a bed and breakfast that's almost 200 years old! All the houses in the village are old and beautiful. The town is rather quirky, with lots of cafes, pubs and churches. It is a rustic mix between Gothic, old school and warm, cupcake parlor.

There are band performances every second night on the green and on the weekends the pubs rock out with folk music, the spoons and banjo. Last night I was invited by Richard, the owner of the B and B, to come along. He was the lead drummer for their band and somehow they incorporated a version of Marilyn Manson's Tainted Love in their odd assortment of music.

We all knew this day would come: today I will cook. Yes, the stunned silence is really reassuring. Well I don't consider myself to be the best chef in the world, but other than cooking Pizza Capers and toast, think I am pretty hopeless. So I geared up all my strength and walked down to the shops. Tonight I am cooking bacon and mushroom fettuccine with mini garlic prawns for Richard and myself. Oh wish me luck. I will try my hardest not to break anything, burn anything, destroy current walls or kitchen appliances. Ready go! So if you don't hear anymore blogging in the next few days, you know I was kicked out of the B and B and had to sell my iPad to pay for hospital bills and the cremation of Richard's many teddy bears.