So, after finally retrieving our car it was off to london again. I had to retrieve said vehicle after I happened to get myself locked out of the car park and subsequently found myself stranded. Sorry Luke! (I haven’t found the right time to tell him yet and as the car is not clamped or fined then no damage right?). I was very puzzled when I went to go up the stairs and found the doors locked and then, to my horror, saw the barriers had come down and meant that there was no way to my car unless I could scale three floors and smash my way through the barriers. No, I didn’t think that was the best idea either so I resorted to calling my bemused dad, who will be getting a super Fathers day present!, then came to the rescue. Oh well, an hour less sleep and a trip on the bus soon meant I have learnt my lesson and learnt to always read the opening-closing times , which just happened to be right in front of me as I tried to get up the stairs. If signs could smirk this one definitely was. In hindsight it would have been better if I had read this in the morning.
I made it safely to London, after discovering I need to get my eyes checked on account of not being able to read any of the train signs. This did make me wonder if I had got on the right train. Luckily there was the announcement just before the train left so no need to derail myself at the last-minute. I then lured my sister to Euston after uttering a magic word. Vodka. We negotiated the tube.
It was then a lovely breakfast in bed. Albeit I made it myself and then took it back to bed and it was porridge. Still, technically it was both lovely and breakfast in bed so I was happy. We then went for a run around the Thames and it was a great way to see Canary Wharf. The day then merge into trips to Tesco and the pub. We were even asked by the Barman ‘weren’t you two here this morning” to which we had to protest that we hadn’t been there all day. I am not quite sure if they believed us. This was then followed by an al fresco meal
before heading back into the centre to collect more friends. Don’t worry we knew who they were and weren’t just aimlessly searching for friends. Although, knowing who they were did not seem to help as we tried to locate one particular friend. She informed us she was by departures near Starbucks. This was where we were but with no friend in sight it took a while of searching before we realised she was in St Pancras and we were in Kings Cross. I think they do identical layouts just to amuse themselves as people try to spend ages working out why they are almost in the same place, but not quite.
It was then back to, yes you have guessed it, the pub and then Tesco. After one friend nearly went flying through the tube after making the novice’s error of not holding onto a rail before it moved. The man beside us could hardly contain himself. Then it was onto my sister’s flat. My friend and I almost didn’t make it as we were too busy nattering and lost the others. We then made the error of going left instead of right. Easy mistake but as my sister rang me and told me to turn arround and go right, in a slightly annoyed tone, I realised it might take a while to live down.
The next day was jam-packed with hopping on packed tubes and heading into London. I was just pleased I was not the driver of this car as it nearly became the filling for a bus sandwich!
We had a beautiful walk through the Borough Market and tried lots of delectable food. Wherever there is food, I am there and this market is certainly not to be missed.
If only I had my trusty shopping cart. Alas, it is still in Indiana and my bank balance is probably eternally grateful!. Although. One friend did manage to procure some cheese and meat. This seemed to be slightly different from our school days of bags of white mice. Maybe we are finally grown up? It was then time to meander by the river
with intermittent stops for food and wine. We then found another friend before heading back to my sisters to get ready for a night out in London. After ending up in a posh-er version of TGIFs for a drink, don’t ask, we then headed for some food. Turns out I had booked a table at the wrong restaurant but the waiters didn’t seem to mind as we all turned up a bit too overdressed!
There was then a debate on where to go for a night out. We ended up going to an underground club
where a fishbowl, drum music, toff-esque type people and lots of hats ensued but I wasn’t going to kvetch. No, instead we immersed ourselves in this aspect of London’s culture. We then all recuperated the next morning with a lovely cheap breakfast
before heading ff on our separate tubes to enjoy the rest of the heat wave that the UK were enjoying. This has now rapidly descended into intermittent snow storms. Lovely.