I’m not dead, you know. Not yet anyway. 🙂 I’m actually globe-trotting again. I got home from Las Vegas, spent only two whole days at home, and then guess what? My flight to London got rearranged and I had to leave.
So let’s get some specifics in here. I came home on Monday. I slept. Then, I turned around and left on Thursday. Insanity, pure insanity. Which, translated into Heatherspeak, means I loved every minute of it. I had to unpack, wash clothes, repack, get presents prepared, and head out the door. I literally had no time at all to write a blog, answer all my emails, or *gasp* even update my site (which really needed doing, since it’ll be on TV in Britain not this Tuesday but the next. Whoopsies.)
My flight came into London’s Heathrow on Friday morning. I got no sleep whatsoever. Stupid British Airways, they went straight through the worst turbulence I’ve ever experienced. Of course, of course, the weather’s *all* their fault, yeah yeah yeah… but it was HORRIBLE! Two straight hours of shaking that was so bad I could literally see the cabin ahead of me twist, turn, and do the twist. The wings were shaking, people were getting quite distressed, and then finally the Captain had to come on the PA system and tell everyone that we weren’t going to die. That was somewhat reassuring, although he seemed quite passe about it, almost insulting us stupid peons for being worried that our plane might rip in half. Silly us. 🙂
My plane arrived in Heathrow on Friday morning. I was met by Alastair, who was very happy, jovial, and excited – as always. I swear, that man’s the perkiest person I’ve ever met. We went back to his home in Watford, where I got to play around with his two year old son, Hugo. I met his parents, we had a lovely day, we went out shopping with his psychotic nephew and niece (appropriately nicknamed ‘Psycho and Screamer.’)
Later that night, Alastair and I watched some League of Gentleman, another show called ‘People Like Us’, and then it was time for me to go to the train station. I got to go on a sleeper train! It was the epitome of cute. I got on at 12:04am and was immediately adopted by the coach attendant; a sweet Scottish man. He even called me ‘Lassie.’ We were trying to get our way through the over-crowded lounge car, me dragging my big bulky bag along, trying desperately not to hit anyone with it. I kept saying ‘Excuse me’, until finally the attendant told me, ‘You’re goin’ to Scotland now, Lassie, you don’t say excuse me. Just shove ’em out of the way!’
Now, guess where I am. I’m in Edinburgh, sitting in my friend Robert’s room, on his computer. Rather neat, isn’t it? I’ve spent two lovely days in Edinburgh, despite going for three days straight on only 6 hours of sleep. I never knew I could do that, and I don’t intend to try it again. I’ve been an absolute zombie.
And now I need to go. I’ll write more as soon as I can, which probably won’t be until I’m in Aberdeen on Tuesday. Cheers!