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So, I am back in my ancestral home – which has been in the family since the turn of the century (alright the last one). My mother’s decoration style is more Tate Modern than Laura Ashley, which means it has a twist of art installation about it. This part of greater London is as rural as I can manage without breaking out in hives…it’s a shocking thirty minute bus ride to the nearest Starbucks and I have yet to find a yoga studio – apparently they are only for people North of the river…..he he he. But this ‘isolation’ is good as I get far more revision done.

Can you tell I am feeling better? The news that Enterprise got renewed has brightened my mood too!

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sickgirl

Posted: 05/18/2004 in daily life, london life
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I am sick.

It feels like everytime I come back to London, I pick up one illness or another…..December 2003 I got a super charged gastro bug (my birthday and Christmas were fun!), last summer I seriously underestimated the recovery time from having four wisdom teeth removed in hospital (I was the bride of Frankenstien) and now this uber cold.

Just ignore my moaning, the lemsip is wearing off – if it ever had any effect.

I am sure I’ll feel better in the morning and at least I have my ma furnishing me with hot drinks and tlc 🙂

05:00 Beep, beep, snooze.
05:06 Beep, beep, snooze.
05:12 Bleary eyed drag arse out of bed to revise.
05:17 Realise internet connection is set up on a timer so I really have to revise.
06:00 Set up copius amount of things to be recorded on TIVO that I wont have time to watch on my return and Alex will end up deleting.
07.34 Try to clean mildew off the shower curtain whilst in shower (multi tasking – eh!).
08.14 Head off towards civilisation in search of caffine and muffin fix.
08:45 Workie, workie
16:05 Finish last shift for a whole month – yeah!
16:30 Arrive home after dashing around supermarket to buy goodies for cousin.
16:35 Panic.
16:37 Have a cup of tea..not avoiding packing but aclimatising back to British customs.
17:45 Too much procrasting, decide to do something productive = head out for manicure/pedicure.
18:23 Back home feeling very much like a potenial NyLon girl.
18:36 Leave apartment.
18:37 Return to check closed windows.
18:38 Return to put on jewellery (an hour without earrings let alone a month is unthinkable).
18:42 Half way to cab rank realise forgot goodies for cousin….in two minds about gioing back but realise no space in luggage therefore the gods have decided for me 🙂
18:50 Leave dry cleaners disgruntled as they have not cleaned my sweater in time and I will now be cold on the flight….bugger!
19:01 Get cab.
19:19 No traffic.
19:20 At airport.
19:24 Feeling smug as I flashed my silver Virgin card and check in at preimum economy – no queue.
19:40 Having breezed through booking in and security checks realise that I am not bording till….what’s a girl to do?
20:25 Why do people always rush to form the bording queue? The seating is assigned….
21:02 Glee at discovering spare seat between me and my fellow passenger…space the greatest gift to us economy plebs.
21:15 Set clock to GMT and settle down to sleep (I have my seat belt over my blanket).
02:20 Woken up by v over made up flight attendant….my blanket is a potential hazard in case of emergency…what does she know? I ask why do they put them on the seats?
02:31 Take off.
02:55 Refuse drink, this confuses said flight attendant and request blanket – I am serious about getting some shut eye…am offered peanuts…
02.57 Am cold!
04:06 Woken up by loud discussion of two flight attendants about whether or not I am asleep….
06:05 Weight up risk off DVT over general leregy.
06:07 Realise guy infront is abusing the replay facility with a naughty scene in Along Came Polly.
06:08 I close my eyes and start to count sheep.
07:20 Discover breakfast offering has been left.
07:23 V excitedly bite into chocolate crossant shaped pastry.
07:24 Cheap, penny pinching bastards – empty.
07:25 Realise that the cavety has a patchy, glossy covering…I think this was a cheese crossant…note to self: must win lottery.
08:55 Land early.
09:29 Still sitting on tarmac queuing – reassure fellow passanger that this is part of the interactive British experience.
09:31 Start feeling homesick for the garden state.