stanstead if that's how you spell it

AT THE AIRPORT now, leaving england finally and only five days after i planned to. an extended visit was very necessary, in case you don't know, for "personal" reasons as in, not ones you get to read about on this blog! at least not now you don't.... but apart from it being "necessary" for reasons beyond explanation at present, it was also a very sensible decision in a fiscal sense, coz it would'a cost me about three times as much to leave on sunday (original plan) as it did today.

kanyeshna, this is at least partly due to the fact that i was so "distracted" that i didn't get around to booking my flight til the saturday. but anyway, the only negative side-effect of my delayed departure is that i didn't communicate it very well to supermum which resulted in much deserved annoyance on her part, trekking to the airport late at night, and the soon to be receipt of wilted dying flowers on my part, also deserved methinks.

but aside from this inconsideration and subsequent guilty horror, the last few days have been absolutely loovly. a lotta film watching and bludging about coz there's not a whole lot in the way of scenery in birmingham and also just coz i could think of better things to do. last night we went to a "scream" bar, just me, spunkytrunks astroturf puddle boy, eccles and simon ~ alackaday i forgot to make him up a nickname! and it was anything but a quiet night!

spunkytrunks and i both had a brief but deep dip in spirits early in the evening and, as a result, we cancelled our dinner plans. t'was a bit of a shame but also understandable coz we've had such a superfantastic time and yeh, well, now it's on hiatus so that's a leetle bit of a shock to the system as i'm sure you understand. but anyway, we had three vodka shots (had to use starbursts as chasers!!) and headed out to consume pitchers aplenty.

now, i tell ya something, they haven't got what i'd call much of a clue in this country but those pitchers are a damn fine invention. just like jugs, y'see, only think of the proportion of pots to pints and you've got some idea of the magnitude of amber indulgence ensconced in a pitcher of stella. i think they cost about eight quid maybe?

oh yea, and here's one for the tales of starnawskirestlessness' travel hopelessness: do we all remember the one about going to switzerland by mistake? and the one about missing the plane to italy and leaving lovely lou sitting on the steps of the station til three am? and the one about getting on the train AFTER it had started moving in ukraine? and the other one, the worst one, about missing the plane outta turkey on september twelve when it really did feel like the world had turned upside down and was trying to shake us all out?

yea, well, i tend to laugh about these things EXCEPT WHEN THEY'RE HAPPENING!!! and today, yea, about an hour or so before my bus was leaving birmingham i realised that it said about two or three times on my ticket confirmation that i had to actually print the ticket in order to travel. and kanyeshna, i hadn't actually read the bloody thing prior to that, had i? so i didn't have any farking idea, did i?!

what ensued was christian getting home from his driving lesson and us heading out in a frenzy of packs on backs on buses and the internet search mission worthy of an indiana jones film. oh okay, i'm exaggerating, you knew it...but the rest of it is sadly, embarassingly, hopelessly true. and as i pointed out to astroturf puddle boy, i'm really good at arriving, just not so good at leaving...it's the serial goodbye-ER in me.

gotta go get corfee now, love and luck to you all and a huge mumma shout to those i've partied with in england! thanks for the good times, the blisters, the bumps on my head, for it all. it's been loovly!!

xx