Hello.
Fancy seeing you here.
I'm currently in Oslo - just arrived. Left the house a content lady and now I'm all worried. You see, I hired a guy to sort out my back garden (if I posted that on Facebook it would get all sorts of rude comments), and I believe him now to be a less than honest fellow. Not that he's told me any lies, other than the time it would take to do the work, but that's minor. Anyway, I've now left the country, this man is in my garden, and I'm afraid of what might disappear from my rather large shed - specifically my bike. I should've known better, nobody honest starts every sentence with "te be oonest wit ya".
I had to travel from Heathrow again today, and on British Airways rather than the usual SAS (Scandinavian Airlines Systems - what systems?). Initially I wasn't pleased, and I guess I'm still not, because it means no Eurobonus points for this week and you know how keen I am to get my Gold Membership, but it was a rather nice experience. Terminal 5 is lovely, and I didn't think I'd been there before because I entered from the other end of the terminal, and things look different from a different angle, but I have indeed been there. I resisted the shops and just bought food. A huge step forward. I waited in the main terminal until I found out what gate I was at and then proceeded to gate C52, via a shuttle (ha, wrote shittle to start with - should've left it). I was second at the gate, and it hadn't opened yet so I stood watching the traffic jam to the runway.
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Is it still a traffic jam if it isn't cars? Yes, of course it is, as in air traffic... Eejit. As I was watching, a Singapore Airlines Airbus A380 was waiting in line. If you look carefully at the picture, you'll see it. It was HUGE!! Compared to the A380, the other planes were teeny tiny! You wouldn't mess with an A380 down a dark alley, I can tell you! It's awesome. And now I really want to go in one. When it finally took off, everyone, including the ground staff at the airport, watched it. That's how awesome it is.
So, I managed to be FIRST on the flight today! Very exciting indeed. I was so adamant to prove that I wouldn't hold the rest of the passengers up so I threw my bag into the overhead locker, trapping my finger. It didn't hurt at first but a few seconds passed and it because excruciating. To the point where several f-words exited my mouth in rapid succession, whilst I was flailing my hand about like it was on fire. The man that had entered the plane behind me was extremely amused by this behaviour. "Sorry!" I shouted at him as he giggled down the plane. I think it still hurts, but I can't remember what finger it was, so I can't be sure, could just be muscle ache.
Hey, I'm going to a party tomorrow with work! Brought two dresses to choose from and I need a vote. Dress A (the one on the left) or Dress B (the one on the right, if my powers of deduction are correct)?
Dress A is a bit more conservative, but Dress B is more comfortable, but the shoes are much higher and I'm afraid it might be a bit 'sexy' for a work do. Anyhoo, let me know what you think.
So, and I promise this is the last bit, I sat down in my seat (8F) and a good looking chap came and sat one seat away from me (8D). I decided I would attempt to make a bit of small talk... So I broke the ice by asking him if we get food on the flight. He replied yes, to which I responded by making a fist and bringing my elbow in to my side and exclaiming "awesome!". Like I'd never eaten before. Then, when the stewardess came by with drinks and snacks, I asked for tea and placed it on the tray table that belonged to the seat between the two of us. I pointed at the tray table and told the guy next to me that he could share it if he wanted to, it was no problem. Unfortunately, I think he thought I meant that he could share my tea...... He hastily said "no, thank you". I then figured I should rectify the situation so I joked "you do know I meant the table, not the tea, right? But if you really want tea, you can have some". He looked at me as if I was weird and responded by offering me some of his snack. I really wanted one of his snacks, because they looked rather unappetising, and I wanted to know if they were or not, but I had to say no.
I decided to leave him alone after that.
Fancy seeing you here.
I'm currently in Oslo - just arrived. Left the house a content lady and now I'm all worried. You see, I hired a guy to sort out my back garden (if I posted that on Facebook it would get all sorts of rude comments), and I believe him now to be a less than honest fellow. Not that he's told me any lies, other than the time it would take to do the work, but that's minor. Anyway, I've now left the country, this man is in my garden, and I'm afraid of what might disappear from my rather large shed - specifically my bike. I should've known better, nobody honest starts every sentence with "te be oonest wit ya".
I had to travel from Heathrow again today, and on British Airways rather than the usual SAS (Scandinavian Airlines Systems - what systems?). Initially I wasn't pleased, and I guess I'm still not, because it means no Eurobonus points for this week and you know how keen I am to get my Gold Membership, but it was a rather nice experience. Terminal 5 is lovely, and I didn't think I'd been there before because I entered from the other end of the terminal, and things look different from a different angle, but I have indeed been there. I resisted the shops and just bought food. A huge step forward. I waited in the main terminal until I found out what gate I was at and then proceeded to gate C52, via a shuttle (ha, wrote shittle to start with - should've left it). I was second at the gate, and it hadn't opened yet so I stood watching the traffic jam to the runway.
.JPG)
Is it still a traffic jam if it isn't cars? Yes, of course it is, as in air traffic... Eejit. As I was watching, a Singapore Airlines Airbus A380 was waiting in line. If you look carefully at the picture, you'll see it. It was HUGE!! Compared to the A380, the other planes were teeny tiny! You wouldn't mess with an A380 down a dark alley, I can tell you! It's awesome. And now I really want to go in one. When it finally took off, everyone, including the ground staff at the airport, watched it. That's how awesome it is.
So, I managed to be FIRST on the flight today! Very exciting indeed. I was so adamant to prove that I wouldn't hold the rest of the passengers up so I threw my bag into the overhead locker, trapping my finger. It didn't hurt at first but a few seconds passed and it because excruciating. To the point where several f-words exited my mouth in rapid succession, whilst I was flailing my hand about like it was on fire. The man that had entered the plane behind me was extremely amused by this behaviour. "Sorry!" I shouted at him as he giggled down the plane. I think it still hurts, but I can't remember what finger it was, so I can't be sure, could just be muscle ache.
Hey, I'm going to a party tomorrow with work! Brought two dresses to choose from and I need a vote. Dress A (the one on the left) or Dress B (the one on the right, if my powers of deduction are correct)?
Dress A is a bit more conservative, but Dress B is more comfortable, but the shoes are much higher and I'm afraid it might be a bit 'sexy' for a work do. Anyhoo, let me know what you think.
So, and I promise this is the last bit, I sat down in my seat (8F) and a good looking chap came and sat one seat away from me (8D). I decided I would attempt to make a bit of small talk... So I broke the ice by asking him if we get food on the flight. He replied yes, to which I responded by making a fist and bringing my elbow in to my side and exclaiming "awesome!". Like I'd never eaten before. Then, when the stewardess came by with drinks and snacks, I asked for tea and placed it on the tray table that belonged to the seat between the two of us. I pointed at the tray table and told the guy next to me that he could share it if he wanted to, it was no problem. Unfortunately, I think he thought I meant that he could share my tea...... He hastily said "no, thank you". I then figured I should rectify the situation so I joked "you do know I meant the table, not the tea, right? But if you really want tea, you can have some". He looked at me as if I was weird and responded by offering me some of his snack. I really wanted one of his snacks, because they looked rather unappetising, and I wanted to know if they were or not, but I had to say no.
I decided to leave him alone after that.
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