Since coming back from Africa the last 8 weeks in London have flown by. Thinking back to what's happened, it's a blur of meeting up with London friends, dinners, hanging (ie drinking beer and playing the trivia machine) at the Hobgoblin, getting re-acquinted and hearing Mushie get progressively more excited about her pending unemployment.
Being so busy with all these other things and maybe due to us having just returned from 7 weeks in Africa, but London's weather has been particularly irritating. In Africa we experienced consistently hot weather, beautiful, sigh-inspiring sunrises and sunsets, and minimal rain (it was the dry season) - perfect for getting out and doing things. London's weather really is like 4 seasons in a day - you have to rug up for the cold, carry umbrella for the rain (cause there's no cover), scarf up for the wind, and wear multiple layers in case it gets hot (e.g. when on the tube). It's much more grating than I remember.
Oh, one last whinge - the pain of waking up at 6.30am when it's pitch black outside ... it's fricken bloody terrible, and it's only the very very start of Winter! I swear I'm trapped inside "Groundhog Day". One last English winter!
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maybe we should escape the cold to go somewhere else....carribean anyone :)
I reckon we should go stay in the Hobgoblin and never leave. Its warm enough in there.
that machine is going DOWN! though i think we defn need to find more pubs close to my place ...
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