Right.. it's been a while, again. I apologise.
Here's the deal.
I didn't forget you but nothing happened that was interesting enough to write about. Either that or I was too lazy.
Now before I start to write about my weekend [I spent the weekend in London], I will tell you about something that happened at work today.
In came a lady. A woman, she could hardly be called a "lady", she was female, that's all, scurried into the shop. It was raining outside, quite dramatic and wet and it was pouring it down and it was horrendous. That being said, she was looking for some dry trousers.
She bought them and only after that process being fulfilled, she went into the changing room to try them on hence put them on for future use.
Any other person would close the curtain...
..[do I hear brains going raving mad?]..
I was walking about the store when suddenly this huge pair of buttocks looked me right in the face! Blummin' 'eck would be appropriate here. The old female was not wearing pants, no, she was wearing a thong. Yay! I've been traumatised - and I want to share it with all of you, because I know a nice picture has formed in your cute little heads. I'm not sorry. Enjoy the thought! Ha! Dream about it! Wake up screaming! That's it!
That's all about today. I'm sitting on my bed now with a glass of Baileys. In the cupboard stand clean dishes and in the dryer spin washed clothes. Everything's in order. Time to write.
I got the 8.23 train from Stafford to make my way to London Euston - a 2.5 hr journey. Very nice prospect indeed. Having arrived in London I was to get a tube ticket, get myself to King's Cross and meet up with Solvej there, to then make our way to the hotel. For starters the line at the tube ticket machine was so long it was just horrible. Eventually I got there anyway and found Solvej wandering about King's Cross' main hall. We had failed to look up how exactly to get to our hotel, so we made a picture of a map and used that - we still made a *huge* detour on our way there. Having arrived, the door of the hotel wouldn't open. We pushed the button, randomly put all our weight against the door, but it wouldn't budge.
Solvej called the reception. Somebody came to open the door.
[I'm just gonna fetch my washing from the dryer. I'll be right back.]
He looked like one of those shabby Russians. He told us to wait two seconds, came back with a few computer parts in his hands and escorted us upstairs, to the office. He had nothing prepared and just jotted down all the details with a felt tip pen. We left our luggage there [minus *everything* of value] and said we'd be back at about nine in the evening. We left with wrinkled foreheads.
Then we went to meet up the rest of the group, which turned out to be quite a challenge. A lot of calling and texting, saying I'm here, I'm there, can't you see us? Eventually all was sorted. I knew all their faces, but I had yet to learn their names and get an idea of their personalities.
So - we went to Buckingham Palace and then walked on to Hyde Park. Then we were all hungry and got some food and then found some benches to sit on and then started the making-funny-pictures time. I haven't got them (except the phone booth one) yet, as I have yet to copy them from other peoples' Facebook pages and then pretend they're mine.
We also went to Trafalgar square, where I had my first go at trying a pipe. Solvej had brought a pipe and vanilla tobacco and started puffing along while we were sitting on some national heritage. So I had a go. It was really smooth somehow. Now I can see how my dad likes the smell of cigars. I'll have a pipe with vanilla tobacco, thank you very much.
We went to have dinner near Leicester Square, in an Italian restaurant. When we got the bill we had all paid our part, and then we discovered we were quite some pounds short. Turns out they had charged us 15 pounds for .. what? The bread and olives? Mean mean people. Then the search for a pub began - we found enough pubs, but there was nowhere to sit nine people, so out of pure agony we all retreated to our chambers.
We arrived at the hotel after having called the hotel to tell them we were coming. Somebody else received us. Two minutes.. [two minutes later] two minutes! We sat on the stairs all tired, waiting for foreign man to finish with the other people. We asked, he was Italian.
He showed us to our room and that was it. Later we had to go ask where the toilet and bathroom were [and can we get some toilet paper?]. We seemed to have ended up in some sort of Italian community. Italians all over the place. We were the only non-Italians. Whenever we left our room (right next to the computers), we'd be looked at funnily by the collection of Italians watching the one or the other. Solvej and i went out to get some milk for the morning after and then went to sleep. It was really noisy out and I didn't sleep all that well.
There's this guy I know in London and all the while I'd been trying to meet up with him, but no luck. Anyway, in the middle of the night he started calling me by accident. The first time Solvej started shaking my bed [or me, I wouldn't know] while I was asleep. In my sleep I thought there was some huge lorry driving past, causing the whole building to shake. The second time I got what was happening, so I turned the sound off on my phone.
I eventually fell asleep and later on Solvej and I both woke up before the alarm went off. The shower in the hotel was bliss as you could turn it up to whatever temperature you wished it to be - something I hadn't experienced for a very long time. [It's still possible!]
We went to have some breakfast somewhere and then made our way to Camden. The others would come a few hours later, so we'd have some time to shop by ourselves, since shopping with 9 odd people is not really feasible. We both bought some stuff and felt very happy and content. Along came the rest and we walked around Camden some more - although Solvej and I lost the others all the time. We went on to Leicester Square and spent the rest of our time in a pub. People came and went and the group got smaller and smaller. Eventually Solvej and I left to collect our luggage at the hotel and I made my way to Euston. I arrived there at 6 and found out my train wouldn't leave until ten to seven. I passed the time talking to my parents and sister on the phone [how else?].
The trip home was really boring and it took ages - it's worse when you're sitting in a train and it's dark, there's nothing to look at.
What I found nice was that when I got home, it really felt like coming home. Finally, my own humble abode, my own bed, my own mess.
Next I just had to watch the Xfactor episode I had missed Saturday and after that I could go to bed in peace, which leaves my day at work and then my evening, spended doing house work and typing a blog, which is taking ages already.
Not that I mind, don't get me wrong.
In any case I'll leave you now, watch a new episode of the Vampire Diaries whilst I crawl away underneath my blankets.
Write to you soon my floffeh sheep.