I am here, and oh so happy to be. I love Scotland. Even though my hair is shite today because of the flat grey sky and hovering threat of rain, or drizzle, as it was this morning... I love Glasgow.
London bites my ass.
I would really love for someone to un-spoil london from me, but it seems like every time that I am there, there is always something melodramatic going on.
My time as a 'vagrant' was short lived in the Stansted airport. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. I arrived to see that there were other 'vagrants' littered all over the place, just trying to catch a few hours shut eye before the kiosk opened.
So, I was quite tired, but I survived. The trip after the plane to London was quite hectic. But only because I was kinda frazzled. But contrary to previous behaviour, the Londoners were quite nice to me. I rather enjoy being called 'madame'. I was determined that immigration would not reject me.
But I did have a scary moment when my bank card did not work, and I just kept repeating to myself, "You know there's money, just calm down.. just stay calm. " And that was quite nice considering that I'd just spent the last month randomly freaking out everywhere.
When I got off the plane, I took a train, then I took the underground, then I took a train, which happened to be a bus, and then I took a plane, and then I was in Glasgow. I wrote it all down for my return to not be so hectic. bleah.
And then there was the wayward obelisk that weighed 57 lbs. A good 10 lbs more than Pipsies, but that was ok because it was her Rice Krispies, and other goodies I brought her, not to mention Erica's m&m's that caused it to be more than hers.
We had a lovely time with Stewart on Tuesday night, I had a nap at Pipsies, just a short hour and a half, which did me a world of good. I am happy to say that I have absolutely no lag, and I am soooo enjoying everything here.
Allthough, Pipsie has insisted that I not do my 'humping puppy' impersonation after seeing a very sharp looking Scotsman with a camera. Just talk to me, you won't have to do anything. Just talk... So, now that I'm back with the hubby, it appears that I am going to have a month long abstinence. I don't know why I didn't think of getting back together AFTER the Scotish venture so that I could have casual guilt free closet encounters. I get about five emails from him which are all sweet and pleasant, and make me miss him.
Allright, gotta run,
love ya
xxxx
57 lbs?! I have this picture of you manhandling that thing through the tube, train, and airports while it tries to go its own way.
Glad you are there and well. Guess the demure look did the trick at Immigration, huh? (gotta cover the vine)
Thankee for the lovely card and incense. It smells divine.
Hope you make it to the beautiful and haunting necropolis soon for some more photography.
Pat
Posted by Pat at September 11, 2003 05:09 PM