Well, I broke the hotel’s internet.
I didn’t mean to and the front desk clerk assures me that I did nothing of the sort but I know she is lying just to make me feel better. Went and grabbed something to eat downstairs and came up to do a post for tomorrow morning.
So there we have it. The first casualty of the trip…the internet.
It was a very long 10 hour flight mostly because the flight attendant really didn’t want to be there and it showed. It was hot but my seat mate was okay. Chair was meh. Food was… well, they were preparing me for a Sunday Roast at Aunt Edna’s house down in Leeds. Aunt Edna who doggy bags her friend’s BBQ leftover because she knows you’re coming to visit and can’t be bothered to cook.
The UK is the UK. Just as you’d imagine. But with more Jaguars. The driver… yes I had a driver because I knew I’d be sick as a fucking dog when I got off the plane and tackling a bus or train wasn’t going to happen. Especially after UK Border / passport check and luggage retrieval.
Landed at 330. Got out of Passport and all of that at 510 then off to Bristol. I had the windows open and practically hung my head out of the car window like a golden retriever.
But I am here. And planning to go to bed because it’s that time here. And I’ve had a really long day ;D
If you are here, let me know. I will say hey. 😀
By the way, I am sharing the floor with the Japanese Rugby team. God, damn. Life is good.