Sleepy in Albion
May. 31st, 2013 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eumeliaI have arrived in the UK!
My flight was at ass o'clock (05:30 in the morning), I was lucky enough to have my bff drive me to the airport in the middle of the night. I froze in the passenger lounge, so that was fun.
I don't remember much of the flight as I was knocked out for a great portion of it, I remember there was a dry omelette and water... and then nothing.
When I landed I realised my phone wasn't behaving like it should, no internet, no outgoing calls, which was distressing. But after I was let into the country by the most unfriendly border force officer ever, I called my cell phone company and got it sorted... mostly. I'm not too concerned.
My mother's cousin (with whom I'm staying) picked me up from the middle of nowhere, where I was dropped off by the bus and we drove to her daughter's house. The best cup of coffee was drunk and short bread biscuits were eaten as we all caught up and eventually had lunch.
I'm dead on my feet, but I still traipsed through London in order to get to the Victoria and Albert museum and buy a ticket for the David Bowie exhibition on Monday. Haza!
I'm currently vegging on the couch with Officer Kalakaua in my hands and I'm watching the Danish drama "Borgen", ah, it's so good, the acting, the pretty English they speak sometimes... Danish sounds very happy, but they all look sad.
Tomorrow I'm letting myself get up whenever and I'll head to the museums of my childhood; Natural History and Science (there's an Alan Turing exhibition it seems.)
Must eat and have another coffee.
My flight was at ass o'clock (05:30 in the morning), I was lucky enough to have my bff drive me to the airport in the middle of the night. I froze in the passenger lounge, so that was fun.
I don't remember much of the flight as I was knocked out for a great portion of it, I remember there was a dry omelette and water... and then nothing.
When I landed I realised my phone wasn't behaving like it should, no internet, no outgoing calls, which was distressing. But after I was let into the country by the most unfriendly border force officer ever, I called my cell phone company and got it sorted... mostly. I'm not too concerned.
My mother's cousin (with whom I'm staying) picked me up from the middle of nowhere, where I was dropped off by the bus and we drove to her daughter's house. The best cup of coffee was drunk and short bread biscuits were eaten as we all caught up and eventually had lunch.
I'm dead on my feet, but I still traipsed through London in order to get to the Victoria and Albert museum and buy a ticket for the David Bowie exhibition on Monday. Haza!
I'm currently vegging on the couch with Officer Kalakaua in my hands and I'm watching the Danish drama "Borgen", ah, it's so good, the acting, the pretty English they speak sometimes... Danish sounds very happy, but they all look sad.
Tomorrow I'm letting myself get up whenever and I'll head to the museums of my childhood; Natural History and Science (there's an Alan Turing exhibition it seems.)
Must eat and have another coffee.
