My last minutes in London were full of running: I keep forgetting that there’s a long way between the security check and gates which usually ends in me panicking and running towards the gate. It seems that this is my personal Stansted Tradition®.
See you, London! I’ll miss you!
It seems that London is not happy about me leaving. It swallowed my Oyster Card on my way to Victoria Coach Station. So if you find one on a Central line train or a Victoria line train with about 8 pounds of credit – your next ride is on me.
And how come the weather today is gorgeous? I’m not a fan of bus photos, but you should see what I’m talking about.
And in about 7 hours I’ll be in Poland with all its snow and temperature close to 10 degrees Celsius below zero…
Minds shall be shaken, pencils shall be splintered! A test day… an exam day… ere the sun rises!
Today was the exam day. Together with M. we had planned to select the science section but when we saw Mediterranean flies we had to return to social science. Which sucks. I’m pretty sure I failed but with the official results due in May, I can cling to some vestiges of hope.
But other than that, today was great: nice weather, good coffee, great company. And London pretending to be Tokyo (crowds!) but failing miserably (they had to close Oxford Circus Station because it was overcrowded XD).
We had to walk to a different station (and then some more, because: reasons) which meant navigating through London with lots of books and lots of post-exam no-more-adrenaline talking. Couldn’t be happier that I didn’t have to know the way, because with my sense of direction and emergency calls only, finding the right station would take forever.
And you know what? I hate saying goodbyes. I think it’s time for humans to develop some new form of transportation. Beam me up, Scotty or allonsy.
Remember how I said I didn’t mind rain? Well, now I do. My shoes are soaked, I’m soaked, where is my lovely snow, I miss it.
I spent my (early) morning watching the telly (because apparently, you don’t watch TV in London ;)) and trying to avoid BBC Sherlock spoilers. At which I failed. But I’m blaming the telly, the presenter said there wouldn’t be any spoilers and then showed a clip that was Sherlock’s equivalent of “I’m your father, Luke.”
Now I’m on my way to a study meeting with a friend. Which reminds me: I forgot his rice tea! Fortunately, I brought it with me to London but it’s sitting comfortably on the shelf under the telly. (This is to remind me to bring it with me next time we meet!)
I’m in London. It’s raining. Who would have thought… ? 😉
Anyway, it’s nice to be back. Everything is so familiar, even the rain. I’m taking Victoria line to Oxford Circus Station (not my favorite line but I really like OC Station) and then Central line to Northolt Station. As always, I keep forgetting that Brits call subway the tube/underground. So confusing.
(But it’s not cold, the weather is perfect for my not-winter-shoes!)