delga | { things that suffered in London: my feet. }

Jesus. I have so much on right now.

Work on Friday suddenly blew up, and I was beyond busy. We're working to hit a particular deadline, so coworker and I split the workload, and I started on it as soon as I got in. I actually got in at 8a, for once because Nice Neighbour was around and gave me a lift to the station.

It's not that we didn't have enough time so much as I am off all this week, so we needed to get as much of the fiddly stuff done as possible before I went. Like Thursday, I worked through lunch, and then finally called it quits at 5pm. As I was packing up, I got a text from fizzawrites who is currently in London. Would I like to meet? Hell. Yes.

So I marched down to Embankment, took the tube up to St James' Park, and then fizzawrites and I spent a really long time walking around. The weather held up really well, too. All in all, very pleasant. We wandered down to Buckingham Palace, across to Regent Street, and then all the way back to Hyde Park. For the record: tourist shops are still hilarious.

On Saturday I headed back into the city at lunch, and we met up at Leicester Square before heading for Trafalgar. It started to pour with rain, but we were rescued by a Pret. Thank goodness for cafe chains.

The reason we were at Trafalgar was to see Top Girls which I have been excited to see for a while, but knew very, very little about. There is no gap between the seating and the stage, and each of the actresses played double roles. It's three acts in total, set in the 80s, and, the more I think about it, the more I liked it. I enjoyed it at the time, whist being bewildered for some of it, but I keep coming back to it, and I think it linked together much better than I initially thought.

After the show, fizzawrites and I stepped out into a beautiful day. Gone was the rain! Gone were all clouds, apparently. We took the most circuitous route to the river, and took a trip on the London Eye. I've not been before, either, so it was lovely to look out. I enjoyed it quite a bit. The couple in the pod behind us were there by themselves and, as fizzawrites guessed straight off, the dude proposed to his girlfriend at the very top. Everyone in our pod cheered. Heh.

From there we ambled to Waterloo Station to raid Boots, before heading back to the riverside, and walking eastbound along south bank. After finding a (SUPERB) place to eat, we continued along to Millennium Bridge, traipsed across to St Paul's, and then wound our way to Chancery Lane. By this point it was about 11pm.

Train lights are very, very bright, by the way. I was going to doze on the way home, but just couldn't.

I overslept massively on Sunday, finished Glorious 39, spent a little time with my gran, and then, before I knew it, it was time to go to sleep again.

Today I have already managed to do a fair few things. I had a hair appointment at 9, and whilst the girl did a nice job, she poured product into my hair, so I'm going to have to wash and style it tomorrow. Afterwards I traipsed around town for a couple of dresses. I wanted to buy jeans but I can't find any that I like, so I just didn't bother. I clambered across to the train station, wept whilst renewing my train ticket, came home, and filled out an application for an additional bank account so that I can put money specifically aside for my commute. I don't really need another account for that, but it will help massively with budgeting.

This afternoon I have a nail appointment which is not something I would usually go for more than twice a year but because I had these odd UV-light-fixed ones done last time, I have to have them undone the same way. After that I might go to see Baby Cousin, and then, at some point, I have to pack.

Tomorrow I'm heading to London at lunch, which is when The (Ex-)Flatmate should arrive at St Pancras. We'll waste the day, and then in the evening we're going out to dinner, which will definitely be interesting. If the weather holds on Wednesday, I'd like to go to Hyde Park, and in the evening we're going to see Richard III at the Old Vic Theatre.

I'm still debating whether I should leave London on Thursday morning, swap out my clothes at home, and then head to Edinburgh, or if I should just go directly from London. I'm leaning towards the former but it depends how lazy I'm feeling which, let's face it, could be quite a bit. In Edinburgh I'll be meeting up with noorie who is flying in today from Israel. I am so, so excited! I have bought an umbrella specially for the trip because I don't think we're going to be blessed with the same good weather sepiaxtoned and I got last year.

Back Saturday evening, then Sunday and Bank Holiday Monday to recover before going back to work on Tuesday. Who am I, and when did I become so social?

Femgen update: half-written! I hate it, but I always do.

planning the revolution

(crying about it)

{ things that suffered in London: my feet. }

{ things that suffered in London: my feet. }

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