I realise we have been somewhat lacking in content the last few days – sorry guys! Here is a random list of things that have happened to me since I have been home:
– After a BRILLIANT New Year’s with Emily, my travel joys continued when I arrived at Manchester Piccadilly to find that there was a body on the line at Alderley Edge and so no trains were going anywhere. Excellent. An hour later, luckily the first train to leave was one that was going to Birmingham (incidentally it was the same line I always use to get to Exeter – I was tempted to stay on) which I can change at, so after another 45 minute wait at New Street due to awkward connection times, I FINALLY got home and was actually allowed to stay there for more than twelve hours.
– Speaking of New Year’s, we celebrated in style. I’ve been in the US pretty much every NYE since I was about 15 so I’ve never really done it properly but well and truly made up for it this year with a proper house party that was, really, a bit like Skins. Kind of. There was even a really inexplicably muddy basement, in which we welcomed the beginning of 2012.
– My first solo trip out in British public left me standing in Cult, bewildered and overwhelmed, looking at all these pretty British clothes and wondering what language all these strange northern Hull natives were speaking. I got over it enough to go on a bit of an impromptu shopping spree, though, so don’t worry. I also made the mistake of greeting a stony-faced and entirely unresponsive cashier with an enthusiastic “Hi! How are you?” – if nothing else reminded me where I was, that did.
– I also purchased alcohol legally for the first time since August. I was fairly jumpy standing in the spirit aisle of Tesco, convinced the police were going to come and whisk me away any moment, and also had more or less completely forgotten what I actually LIKE to drink (months of Burnett’s and Natty have distorted my brain) and Emily and I ended up coming away with what looked like an alcoholic’s feast of champagne (a bottle of which we consumed in the car to Liverpool oops) and Vodka. I’ve just remembered that it was Imperial, although not from the Co-op, which possibly explains away certain effects…
– Only marginally less excitingly, I also made a highly-anticipated trip to Waitrose which didn’t disappoint. And, finally, had a real life meal cooked with actual food in my actual kitchen at home (granted not by me). I also found myself wistfully staring at cookbooks. Honestly, last year brought out such a chef in me.
– For some reason it is taking me FOREVER to get over the jetlag, possibly because what with all my travel woes and New Year’s hedonism I have yet to even try and enforce a sleeping pattern based around GMT. Not that it really matters, because my schedule for the next few days largely involves a whole lot of nothing, and I’m loving it.
– Another thing I’ve been waiting months and months to do: send out a message to my Exeter friends announcing my triumphant return and, basically, demanding their attention. They have obligingly arranged a fam dinner and a Timepiece Wednesday – could I ask for anything more?! (Except plans for the other days I am there, obviously. And a trip to the beach.)
– Tonight I get to see my home friends AND WE ARE GOING TO NANDO’S – America is seriously lacking in Nando’s and I can’t understand it. It was a major food group of mine through 6th form.
– Finally, I had a dream last night that we got to Heathrow only to find that a massive flood meant that we couldn’t fly (the way my luck has been going of late, I would not be surprised) and so we just had to be evacuated to the Grosvenor Hotel, where we saw Victoria & David Beckham. Here’s hoping.