24 hours and four movies later, I'm back at casa familia enjoying sunshine and remembering just how oppressive the heat of the Australian sun can be. Already the memory of the plane trip fades, and part of me is thinking "oh, it's not so bad" when in reality, it IS that bad, and when I fly back to London I will curse myself for deliberately forgetting.
24 hours without sleep, owing to a very strong coffee at Dubai airport. 24 hours without eating, unless you count smarties. 24 hours of uncomfortable sitting. It's horrible I tell you.
It was worth it though. It's great to be home, back in the bosom of the family so to speak, enjoying sunshine, redskins, balmy evenings. It's nice to have a break from the cold, and to regain feeling in my toes, which I thought had dropped off from the sheer force of cold weeks ago. But no! There they are! Huazzah!
Other than that.... Step up 3 is the worst move I have ever seen, and only the fact that I was on a plane prevented me from switching it off IN DISGUST. Plane food is the worst thing ever, though that's no new news. But maybe it is, given the gusto with which everyone was tucking into it. Have you all forgotten the warnings? Has hunger overridden your sense of taste? Really!
Big congrats to little Bradles too, for graduating uni at long last. His robe made him look like he was in a Quidditch match (well done him), which I think he would have preferred to university.
Speaking of Quidditch..... Google the American Quidditch League. Yes they can! But maybe they shouldn't.
Kat,
ReplyDeleteYou have not said whether you kept your job at All Bar one or not???
I love reading your blog and finding out all that is going on in London. it helps me not to miss it too much- like the snow. Only fun for a while, but m glad you got to see it.