Written in “little chef”…..this is why I need a laptop….
Well, interesting. Saturday was definitely interesting. I awoke and moved before I had time to feel properly depressed. A cunning plan on my part I felt…..Anyway, I ‘flew’ (okay staggered) through the mornings ablutions and grabbed various random items – hoping to carry enough to keep me going all weekend….
Amazingly I navigated london without error – through the cunning plan of always being one road ahead. Although the differences between my seven year old London A-Z and the real things are beginning to show a little…..Anyway, after a long walk to the station my day was quickly made by people referring to me as female – with one old couple nattering away to me….It’s true tho’ that people will just talk to women. People never just started talking to me as male….or not at least anyone who I’d consider talking to….
So, having cleaved my way through the tourists (I still say a cattle prod’d be a good idea <g>) – I made it to the Chelsea Garden where I met up with some more afp’ers.
Shocking as meeting them was ;-) The hugs were very welcome, and I enjoyed a very nice lunch (this was despite Martin being a whole new level of messy animal….although he blames me, claiming I’m telekinetic ;-) before we moved on to going to terrify Thomas – and thence the pub.
To be hones not much happened at the pub, or at the other pub (which London Underground did their very best to stop us reaching)…. I did get fed icecream by a mildly inebrated Thomas (which was fun) and kissed by a rather amourous Martin….
(*Excuse spelling and typing, but I’m shattered*)
They also persisted in making me the centre of attention which was terrifying, but kinda nice of them (“Thanks” for arranging that Nikki *mutter*).
Returning to Thomas’ (with other afpers, you dirty minded lot ;-) was “interesting” – some people getting rather over amourous and me actually, for the first time in my life – having to draw a line and say “no”. Although by that time I was actually in my sleeping bag and the actual phrase was more like “Oi! Bugger Off!” – some thoughts on that whole thing when I’m more alert (when I wrote this I was alert enough, but not in the mood. Now I’m typing it up I’m to tired to be coherant).
Anyway, as I write this it’s 10:20 and I’m sat in a little chef, having had a surprisingly good coffee and a surprisingly awful cup of coffee. Today, in gender terms, hasn’t gone quite so well. I’ve been “miss”‘d, “madam”‘d, “sir”‘d and “madam, sorry, sir”‘d. (ed, 22:21 Comments when I feel more alert also…. – back to written stuff) If I think about it too much I’m liable to get upset.
Anyway, time to pay and go and head for Aoife :-)