It's strange growing up, getting older, moving on...

I spent the weekend with my ex and current girlfriends seeing some of the sights of South Wales.

A leisurely drive down was followed by a visit to Barry Island and a paddle in the sea - it wasn't disimilar to bank holidays as a child if truth be told, playing on the 2p slots, paddling in the cold water, getting sand everywhere possible!

We stayed with the ex in laws which was lovely. I have always had a good relationship with them. Far better than with my own parents. Far better than with the new gf's parents on the grounds that they don't know we are a couple.

Anyway after resting up we went into Cardiff and again visited places from the past - pubs and clubs I went to as a student and even the friend I went with then came out with us!

Most of the remaining weekend was spent chilling and relaxing. We saw friends, currents, exes you name it and it was all very pleasant. We then tootled back up the M5 to home.

I spent my time thinking how although I have moved on some things will never change...

I then got a text from my best mate. An invite to her wedding. My ex and I are invited. No room for an extra so my current can't.

It's not just me living in the past then!