I decided to take a walk up the road to see what the 12th was like these days. It has been many, many years since I have watched the bands and orange men. As a child I loved the 12th day. We always got new clothes for the day. We were always up early so we could get a good place on the Lisburn Road. We had our flags, our cheese and onion crisps and our tins of coke. And I remember I was always ready to run over to anyone we knew who was marching, with a tin of coke, to help them on their way. Happy days!!
So with these good memories I ventured out to walk up to the Lisburn Road to watch the bands. Nobody in the family wanted to come with me. So I went alone. I must admit things had changed. Oh the bands played the same music, the men and women marched but the thing that had changed was this, - I didnt know anyone anymore! I stayed for about 45 minutes before I headed home again.
We spent the rest of the day relaxing at home. Krisitan went back to bed for a few hours, as I had kept him awake during the night with my coughing. (got a bit of a sore throat and cough since arriving.) The rest of us played games, watched dvd`s or chatted with friends over the internet.
Sara also got a chance to watch her friends race go-kart over a live internet site, so she was happy.
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