my favourite saturday

My favourite Saturday did not begin as you would picture one’s favourite day to be. Bleary eyed I awoke, momentarily forgetting where I was and rolling off the long, cushioned seat I had chosen for a bed. I came to the conclusion that a ferry boat was most definitely not the best place to rest for the night; what with people getting sea sick, loud chatter of those who clearly seemed intent on not sleeping at all and to top it all off my ipod had died! What luck.
So there I was, musicless, half awake and sprawled out upon the floor, not exactly my ideal morning I had to say.
I then became suddenly, and very painfully, aware of my younger sibling who had fallen asleep on the chair opposite me, her feet crushing my head. Needless to say I was less than pleased and in an even less tolerable mood than I was usually in. “Catherine get your feet off my head!” Came my slightly muffled yet irritated cry.
She awoke with a start and swung her legs, hitting me now in the chest. Lovely. This was responded to by a loud ‘Oi!’ from my good self which I’m sure had woken half the ship. It had woken my dad for certain.
So after grumbling a little I pulled myself to my feet and got tea, the rain had lifted since last night so perhaps this day wasn’t going to be so bad after all. After what seemed like a lifetime the ferry pulled in to Holyhead,
Wales. Trudging off the boat surrounded by the sea of other passengers we finally made it to the car. I never thought I could have been happier to see it in my life. Tossing our luggage inside we clambered in to the vehicle and set off. I wish I could say it was an enjoyable journey but, I wouldn’t really know, I slept the whole way!Next thing I knew I was in my dad’s house watching him and my step mother, Olga, pack their things and before we knew it we were off again.
You’d think nine hours in a car to get to Scotland would be a long and tedious journey. Well you’re right, it was,