i feel as if it is standard for everybody within the west midlands- to say the entirety of the uk would be a bit of a reach, better not go there- to go to birmingham at least once in their lives. just once.
though, i literally went to birmingham for the first time aside from just passing through back in october, but the point still stands.
today, as a third installment of the “hello,…” series, i’m making a post about our trip to birmingham this morning and let me tell you, the blisters are somehow worth it.
me and c, who you will probably remember as chlop, went on a small trip into birmingham and trekked in doc martins and stan smiths towards digbeth, to our main destination of the day, the custard factory.
we definitely did not get lost.
we definitely did not argue on a main road.
we definitely made the most out of the day.
(nervous laughter begins)
but she knows that i love her.
so any arguing throughout the day was worth it.