The wonderful French/English family I found have left to treat their kids to the beauty of New York during Halloween and, remarkably, trusted me to stay here alone: alarms, gas, electrics and all. Either they're crazy, or I fake mature and responsible very very well.
But two days and the house is still in tact and I've not yet managed to open the door to randoms or hooligans, the only noteworthy visitors being a New Zealander and a Norwegian who were both shocked at the ample space for activities (and proceeded to show how it could be used. Nothing broke, thank hallelujah).
Other than activity time, there was a lot of bad tv watching, and arguing over which tv program was better to watch in terms of ultimate 'bad' tv. But the bad tv was far outweighed by bad food. The Brits do it well.
We also ventured out under a surprising blue sky (which later turned to grey, dark grey and finally an alarming black) but we managed to see St Paul's, and were walking along the Millenium Bridge before the buckets began to pour. We kept walking through the rain along the Thames, first to London bridge and then on to the Tower Bridge. At London bridge we managed to find a wonderful market that was drowning in French flair and took me back to my Parisian days. Stall after stall of cheese, bread, mulled wine mixed in with fish'n'chips, mince pies and sausages. We couldn't resist a delicious gourmet pie to put warm food in our bellies and keep our hands toasty.
We then took the tube to Hammersmith, got a fill of Saturday afternoon Primark where a clothes store can suddenly replicate a football match, complete with crying babies, anxious women and imminent violence. Of course, we ended with a trip to Sainsbury's, getting a remarkable amount of food for 13 pounds, and obviously, ready to regret shopping while hungry.
The walk home was brutal. The weather seemed to become winter overnight on Friday. The chill is icy and with daylight savings, it is now pitch black by 5pm. Hurrah.
But on the exciting side, next Tuesday Robbie Williams will be in Trafalgar Square to turn on the Christmas lights, the Kardashians will be at the Westfield opposite me on Novemeber 10th, and I still get to enjoy the prospect of having no job.
By which I can translate to: tv, food, and making the couch my new best friend.
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