Trip Start May 27, 2010
97Trip End Aug 31, 2011
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Most of Monday was spent collecting our memories from Bath and laughing about all the frivolities and posting photos on Facebook of Gemma with her eyes closed.
"Is it Friday yet?"
"Is it Friday yet?"
I went to Camden on Thursday to organise some "administrative" stuff and decided that as I had the rest of the afternoon off I would get the bus home and see some sights along the way. Bad choice. I ended up in peak hour, on a late and packed bus, up the front of the top level in the blazing sun, and frustrated because I could see all the traffic from above and see all the silly things going on below me. It was as though I were standing on the driver's shoulders, but the maneuvering decisions I would've made were largely conflicted with his. But then I am a road-rager from way back, so perhaps the bus driver's decisions meant the safety of the passengers was guaranteed. In my road-rager frustration however, I alighted the bus, shaking my head, and got the tube the rest of the way home...and had a beer. A trip that should've taken half an hour turned into a two-hour nightmare. Note to self: never catch the bus from Camden to Acton ever, ever again.
Huggins took us to the Borough Markets at lunchtime today to sample some of the produce that is showcased within it's walls. Will have to go there again when we're not so rushed.
But generally, another boring day at work followed by a few Magners at home with the housemates and a lengthy phone call to a drunk dialler who denied being drunk.
I trekked through Acton Town to pick up my new camera (which I still haven't had a chance to sit down and properly explore) and then stopped at the local pub for breakfast/lunch in the form of a lamb burger, chips, a dodgy "summer salad" and a pint of cider while I waited to board the train stopping all stations to Richmond.
Nat and I had grand plans of heading to Richmond and hiring a boat to cruise along the Thames to practice our pirate english and test our sea legs, but it wasn't to be. The weather was so nice that other pirates had beaten us at our own game and taken all the available boats to sea. So we were left to bathe in the sun on the banks of the river and polish off the picnic we'd packed, and harness our inner mermaids. Beached mermaids. We don't eat no plankton.
We ventured back to my humble abode for a good old barbeque with some of the housemates et al, and spent the night critiquing each others' ipod selections and blowing up cigarette lighters in rat traps. Mikey's "It still works, look" resulted in a fireball around his hand...and we all laughed.
Fire greeted us in the morning as well when, while eating some Cheerios in the loungeroom, we noticed some puffs of smoke emerging from behind the holly tree. Upon investigation we saw that the garden bed had been smouldering away, perhaps the result of a stray cigarette end. A country girl knows that it doesn't take much to ignite a smouldering garden bed, so I got the bucket and put that fire out before it began.
Ever the adventurers, Nat and I went on a pre-meditated mission to buy frozen Chinese dumplings so we could have a cook-up at home and re-create our visits to the Shanghai Dumpling House in Melbourne. While London has some great dim sum and the dumplings are quality, one always craves the dirty stuff. So we acquired a map of West London and found a Chinese grocery wholesaler, and went and stocked up. The trip was worth it, even though I was ready to abort the mission within 5 minutes of getting off the train - patience has never been my strong point! We got home and feasted on dumplings all afternoon. I found it very difficult to get to sleep on Sunday night. The reasons I deduced for my insomnia were:
1 Too much MSG
2 Too much MSG
3 Too much MSG, and a subconscious fear of turning into a dumpling overnight.*
"Damn. Is it Friday yet?"
*Happily, I woke this morning to the realisation that I did not turn into a dumpling overnight.