The Susanne

Soooo.. loads has happened! I’ve been to London, which was amaz­ing… Lots to do, lots to see, people to meet, drinks to be drunk, plays to be visited…I even man­aged to squeeze in a visit at The Pump! Mind you it was on the way from Oxford Street to Pic­ca­dilly Circus. But I did it!

We also vis­ited a few gal­ler­ies and museums,

saw Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament,

met up with S and his lovely girl­friend I,

got drunk with them,

had a BBQ thrown in our honour by L and met heaps of cool people,

got drunk with them,

watched a mid­night salsa lesson,

rode a pink black cab,

took the Tate to Tate boat on the river,

had lunch at the beau­ti­ful Hurl­ing­ham Club,

admin­istered brown cheese to skep­tical Londoners,

rode a merry-go-round on the South Bank,

vis­ited a posh night club and got bought drinks all night and break­fast in a smart res­taur­ant at 4 am,

had ter­rible hangovers,

prac­tised self-​medication — hair of the dog style,

saw London from above on the London Eye,

waved to the Queen,

vis­ited the gor­geous St James’s Park where we saw pel­ic­ans and a squirrel,

went to Mamma Mia Sin­galong at the cinema,

shopped at a prac­tic­ally empty Top Shop on Oxford Street at 9am,

posed in the kit­chen of the Nor­we­gian YWCA,

mastered the Tube,

shopped for dresses at Spit­al­fields market,

had lunch on Brick Lane,

posed in a red phone booth,

vis­ited Shakespeare’s Globe and saw the Merry Wives of Wind­sor — but no photos allowed as cam­eras had not been inven­ted yet ;)

had awful cham­pagne on the flight home…

–and then passed out.

Very suc­cess­ful trip, in other words. When I got home, The Boy­friend and I broke up. Sad, but right. From now on I sup­pose he will be known as The Ex. We’re trying the friend thing and so far it’s worked very well. I moved out over the week­end and am now installed in my new, tiny home, shar­ing a kit­chen and bath­room with another girl. I have an amaz­ing view from my bed­room window and I miss my bunny whom I lost in the divorce. I got the camera though, so photos will keep coming! The food, on the other hand… Well let’s jst say cook­ing for one isn’t as fun as cook­ing for two. I will prob­ably get back into it, but for now I just don’t feel like cook­ing at all. Very sad.

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