Work In Progress

I am in the process of watching series 2 of '21 Jump Street' (which is okay because I got my extension and was told to take a break), and I have to say I am really worried about myself. Not because I am so obsessed with this 80s show (although some of my friends would find that enough cause to worry), but because the Hanson/Penhall dilemma is becoming more and more difficult to solve as I watch more episodes. But, I have committed myself to solving this problem, (no matter how few people are interested!) so, stay tuned and I will try to post something soon.

London, baby!

I have arrived in London! Well, I've been her for about 4 hours now, but I had to be clued up on how to set and unset the alarm and how to feed the cat and stuff, so now that the owner has left, I thought it was time to let you guys know what I am up to! I have decided to do lots of work while I am here, but these people have Sky, so I might get a little distracted... Also, they have lots and lots of good dvds. Sigh, life is hard..
This house has an amazing alarm system, and before he explained it all to me, the man I am house/catsitting for told me about the different ways in which people try to get into houses, and that a while ago, someone was killed by a burglar. Lovely. I have memorised everything carefully and will not be opening the door for anyone, but still... Anyways, he also said this is the safest neighbourhood in London, so I should be okay. And I am sure they don't mind if I give the burglars everything in the house as long as they don't kill me or the cat. And the cat is definitely the more important person in this deal. I mean, he gets mineral water, refreshed every day... And my most important job while here is to talk to him and stroke him lots. Nice job if you can get it!
Tomorrow I am off to see Les Miserables, YAY!! Have booked and paid for ticket and printed my route planner, so I am set to go and enjoy myself. The ticket cost a lot of money because they only had really good seats left, but at least I will be able to count Valjean's nosehairs! Now, that's art.
So, goodbye for now from a very lucky lady who has to go shopping cos all there is in the fridge is jams, mustard, and vinaigrette.
P.S.: why isn't the multpile of house hice?

I think a little celebration is in order...

...because I realised yesterday that there are now 5 (yes! FIVE!!) people I know that have read (part of) this blog! Wahey!!! I am very proud of you guys. Will try to come up with something interesting for my next post.

Today's Hero: Boris

For telling me how to put pictures into this thing. You rock. Here's a picture of the lovely beach of Zandvoort.

Holland

I feel very happy with myself today. Got up reasonably early, spent whole day tidying and cleaning my room and did laundry! And when I say I tidied my room, I mean I threw loads of things away, and actually cleaned and dusted and vacuumed (even under the bed!!). So I think now I have nothing to do but to let you guys in on how I spent last week in The Netherlands. Here goes:
Sunday:
I went to work, then made my housemate drive me to the airport where a grumpy stewardess told me I had to pay extra (£15!!) if I wanted extra legroom. I declined graciously. Sat next to an English woman with baby and five-year-old boy who were surprisingly pleasant throughout the flight. The boy was both Dutch and English, and extremely cute. When I got out of arrivals, I managed not to cry when I hugged my mum. We went home and I ate some pigeon her boyfriend had made. Went to sleep.
Monday:
MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! Turned 22. Me and my mum spent about an hour (seriously) finding an outfit to wear for me, because what I had planned originally didn't look very nice and I wanted to wear my new skirt. Then we went to Almere, to see my aunt, uncle, two cousins and grandparents from my mum's side. It was good, except that my grandfather is now quite obviously unhealthy and sleeps a lot. But we had fun, and I went back to Amsterdam feeling happy and loved, if a little bit worried.
Tuesday:
Didn't do much. Watched awesome documentary on Johnny Cash my mum taped for me ages ago. (btw, Lizzy, Cash played in the Viper Room in the 90s for his big comeback!). My aunt came over for dinner and gave me a hideous present. We had fun.
Wednesday:
Went to see my father's parents in the afternoon. As I was walking from the bus stop to their house, a group of little boys asked me if I could free this fish they had caught from the hook in his mouth. I couldn't, but someone came along with a pair of scissors so I left in the knowledge the fish would die without a hook in his mouth. Lucky fish, eh? Had fun with my grandparents, talked a lot about my bro and his brand new son, because my nan is quite angry about the whole situation, which I could write and entire blog about (but I won't), let alone part of a post. At about 6, I went to my uncle's for dinner, and met my mum there as well. My uncle has a new place, so it was nice to see it and him! Gave me an awesome present; a whisk in the shape of a squid.
Thursday:
Went to the beach on my own. It was great. Took some really nice pictures I would post here if I knew how to.
Friday:
Went shopping with my female best friend in Amsterdam, then we went to my male best friend's house together and went for dinner in a yummy restaurant.
Saturday:
Got up ridiculously early to catch the bus to the trainstation to get the train to the airport to get the plane back to England. When we got to the bus stop, at 7:30 AM, it was surrounded by young people (mostly 18-year-olds) getting the bus to the trainstation after this big rave thing that had been going on the night before. Me and my mum were not amused. We were standing, me trying to ignore the guy next to me chatting up the girl next to me, when one of the sitting guys puked on me. Well, on one of my white trainers and part of my jeans, the rest went all over the floor. Managed to wipe most of it when we got out of the bus. Rest of the day not worth mentioning, although it was amazing how many annoying businessmen were on the flight! Oh, and again, a grumpy stewardess told me the legroom story.
All in all, a very good week.