Back on the train, it was time for a Norwich reunion with my besties from Budapest. I think back in June when I promised Norwich sleepovers, they were skeptical but as I pulled into Norwich station and plodded out with my bags like a pack horse, they realised I was serious. Dressed to impress in trackies, runners and a tshirt, the girls decided to do an immediate lunch, drinks, tour day. Watch out Norwich, Hot Georgie is here! Our lunch out stop, the pub, had clearly seen a lot worse fashion in its time so I sat down feeling glam and indulged in a pub and Georgie sized enormous portion of chicken tikka masala with a cider. These girls truly were my perfect match, and soon after 2 more ciders, cake and a pot of tea, the gossip didn't stop, they clearly loved to eat just like me and our 4 day friendship proved to be a good example of how well we clicked. We opted for a night in and feast, so we got some strawberries and chocolate (soul mates) and after quickly meeting Mims adorable new puppy, I was settled in at Anna's house and best friends with her whole family. A big day trip was planned for the next day to Cromer! I had actually been here twice before, but they were so excited to take me to the 'seaside' and had planned it all so I hardly had the heart to tell them. I think my acting was convincing enough and I oohed and aahed at the seaside, pier, and kids crab watching, which still was lovely, even for the third time. Cheekily, I got some chips from the fish and chip shop, which was a first, the cross contamination risk usually forces me out, but I was determined to try traditional English fish and chips. With a side of mushy peas, covered in vinegar and tomato sauce the chips were absolutely delicious, crispy outside, soft inside, dripping in fat and oil, the disgustingly unhealthy but perfect chip. After a day of binging we skipped dinner, got ready and after straightening my hair for the first time in 3 months, I felt like a supermodel and was ready to hit the town. Norwich nightlife was a little different to th clubs of London, and not really my style, but the company made up for it. Shots shots and more shots later I had reached my limit of doof doof music with no lyrics, and 17 year old chavs wasted in celebration that A levels were over, so we headed home.
In case my saturated fat intake hadn't been high enough in my short visit to Noriwch, th girls decided to finish me off with one last traditioanl, and artery clogging meal- the Fry up. This was breakfast, but filled me until dinner, and that is saying something. Literally everything was fried, including the bread, which was then laden with eggs, bacon, baked beans, fries and sausages. So much grease and fat, but it would be rude not to finish it, wouldn't it? After scraping my plate and packing up my bags once again, it was already time to leave after what felt like 5 minutes with the girls, sadly I said my farewell and took the last leg of my train journey to Leicester for a week with Oma and Opa
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