Cause I ate a whole packet of milk chocolate hobnobs last night. Let's just say they really are digestives. Man am I paying for my piggery. Ugh. But seriously, I was being sympathetic to Skinner cause she got knocked off her bike yesterday. Um, you may ask how I was being sympathetic. Well, she had chocolate (which I also ate) and I bought hobnobs to make her feel better. It just so happened that she only helped me eat two (boo to that effort) and I was feeling shaky (in sympathy) and eating helps shaky people (i.e me).
Anyway, so I know you are all DYING for an update on my exciting London life. Well, here it is. Apart from swearing off hobnobs for at least a couple of days I have decided that I really don't like the maroon jumper dude at work. I've said hi (not hiya) to him twice and he just gives me this smug look back. Once he just raised his eyebrows. I want to smack him up. So now I've totally shown him by raising MY eyebrows to HIM. Yeah.
Hmmm, what else. I'm going to the Ascot Races this weekend. I'd never heard of it, but apparently it's a big deal and the Queen goes. But paying £15 to get into the Silver Ring I doubt I'll be rubbing shoulders with anyone other than drunk Pommie yobbos.
I've finally got a security pass at work. Since May 8th I've been waiting outside the many doors in this building until someone walks past to let me in. It's not quite that security pass on the string thing that I've always wanted, but it'll do. Plus I get my own lanyard - ooooer.
I've also totally decided that I have a body temperature issue. Walking to and on the tube I sweat like a pig (like droplets of sweat and it's not even that hot) and then at work I freeze. As I type I have purple nails I am so cold. Maybe it's because I'm Asian. Yea, probably, when two climates collide in the midst of DNA there can only be trouble.
Oh, and I promise to take some pictures this weekend of the house etc!
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Maybe it's not a body temperature issue at all. Maybe you're just feeling the cold in the office 'cos your Aussie... and you're sitting on your butt most of the time.
When you're on/in the Tube you are exerting yourself a little more (at least when you're getting onto/into the Tube). Combine that with the raised metabolic rate induced by apprehension (fear of contacting nasty diseases) and you have what looks like a temperature control issue but it's really just your body reacting to its environment in a completely (if somewhat paranoid) way. Nothing wrong with a little healthy paranoia mind you....
And eyebrow maroon jumper man back into his box!
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