To my Edinburgh peeps
I know I haven’t been here recently, but I am thinking about you guys a lot.
Go out there this weekend and rock everyone’s socks off.
Sonja, Mari, Laura, Phil and everyone else - you are awesome and amazing inspirations!
I am super proud of all of you and mega impressed! (Ew, I used the word “mega”…)
Love to all of you guys!!!
Oh and please, have a beer for me when you’re finished and celebrating :)
Highlights from a
18km 20km walk. We feel amazing and also have eaten very well today :)
Ps: there are “outdoor gyms” in london parks!!! So fun!!!
So I didn’t have time to catch up ob you guys yesterday, as on my day off the auditor showed up in my restaurant and I was freaked out all day. But we got an A grade so phew :)
Back at work now and having a chicken cesar salad for lunch.
After 8 days and 83 hours…
… I finally have a day off tomorrow and am ready to catch up on you guys.
Catch up on me: I feel exhausted, a little bit overwhelmed but also super awesome (I’m basically acting GM for the next few weeks), I feel gross from having been around burgers for 8 days in a row, my skin is weird (burger grease in the air? Who knows), excited about finally having a saturday night off this weekend and having drinks with my two favourite men (dad not included obviously) and I want a fruit salad. Sums me up for the moment.
The last tube
As much as getting on the last tube feels like something out of a horror film sometimes, I have to say that I also very much enjoy it.
Outside the station people are rushing in while the station’s night workers have their last cigarette before their shift starts. On every platform you have a tube worker with a light to signal to the driver when it’s clear. They tell people that it’s the last train. They hold the train when they know some people are still on their way down and I don’t mind waiting two minutes, as you can’t help and smile about the tube worker waving to two people running down the tunnel, barefoot - high heels in hand, screaming “thank you thank you”. Two stations later you have 3 tube workers waiting, chatting and laughing and two of them get on to get home themselves. Someone is half asleep and suddenly jumps up at their stop, while others read last mornings paper. The driver uses their old school whistle after every station we leave and feels like a “good night covent garden, see you tomorrow”. Most people look generally happy at this time and I don’t think they’re all drunk ;). I guess in this tube system of anonymity where everyone is in their own world and looks quite annoyed normally, there is just something very human about the last train.
And I just can’t help it, after years I still laugh about the handwritten sign in my tube station saying “The last train to central london has now departed this station. Go home, sleep and come back in the morning!”
If there is no sign of me going swimming before work on saturday…
…could someone kindly remind me how badly I wanted to go swimming on thursday and realised how much I really really missed it? Oh and tell me not to be lazy, I’ll only have to leave home at 1.30pm which is totally not a problem. Thanks!
When you finally find the PERFECT looking flat, for the PERFECT price, on the PERFECT street…
… but you are not actually looking to move right now! … Of course!