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shadowkitty) wrote2005-07-25 09:44 pm
shadowkitty) wrote2005-07-25 09:44 pm
My weekends are always more interesting...
My weekend unofficially started on Friday afternoon, when dad & I left the safety of our home for the dangerous streets of London. Yeah. I never thought I'd say that about Luton either. The world is officially screwed. So we're halfway down our front garden with our large rucksacks (mum has trained us well to bring lots of stuff like water & sweets when we're going anywhere - read on, children & you will find out why) when mum shouts out the front door "don't forget to detonate them!" Cue evil stares from all the neighbours. Mum & dad are faaaar too blase about living through terrorist attacks. I swear they're expecting some of the bombers to be people they know.
So there's nine of us standing on the platform of Luton station, again mentioning our big rucksacks. Hmm, this seems familiar! Dad & his friends go off to Crystal Palace to watch people running round a track for several hours (fortunately I have escaped this year) while I go visit Newman house.
Of course I have to walk from Kings Cross, past Tavistock square which is unrecognisable under the swaths of flowers & missing posters. The posters are the worst bit.
Chris had arguably more fun than Stefan on the 7th. It was of course his day off, so he was rudely awakened by a former resident banging on his bedroom door. His witty reply? "But it's fucking THURSDAY!"
Apparently the last person wasn't accounted for until well after midnight. That was, of course, Lydia, who is invisible at the best of times.
Harry is fine & living in Bobbie's room, which is bizarre to say the least. She is ploughing through the latest Harry Potter & let me take a peek. It was quite odd to see that they had extra security at Kings Cross too.
Then I went off to Chancery Lane to see Rob. Russell square tube is still sealed up. I was outside it, looking for my mobile at the bottom of my bag when I thought, 'hang on, at Russell square, rummaging through large bag, wires from mp3 player hanging out, someone's going to shoot me in a minute, aren't they?' because that's the kind of situation that I get myself into.
On Saturday we went to visit some friends of Rob's. We were at Victoria station when I felt a bit funny, so I sat down.
And woke up several minutes later. Honestly, all those years of righteous indignation at people saying I look like a fainter... then I go & bloody faint! Annoying. So we got on the bus & I fell asleep on Rob. When I woke up the bus had stopped. Within site of Mile End station. There were people streaming out. The bus driver stood up & told us there was nothing to worry about (then a police car screamed past - nee naw nee naw nee naw), that the cue wasn't very long (an ambulance - nee naw nee naw nee naw), that nothing was happening (nee naw nee naw nee naw), so we listened to the radio & found out there was a security alert at Mile End & that whole area was being evacuated. Eep.
On the way back Rob fell asleep on me. Which was quite cute, until I realised he was drooling everywhere! I swear I have never seen that much drool. Babies dribble less than that.
On Sunday he insisted on coming all the way to Kings Cross with me. From Surrey. Again, cute. And this time without the drool. Yay!
So there's nine of us standing on the platform of Luton station, again mentioning our big rucksacks. Hmm, this seems familiar! Dad & his friends go off to Crystal Palace to watch people running round a track for several hours (fortunately I have escaped this year) while I go visit Newman house.
Of course I have to walk from Kings Cross, past Tavistock square which is unrecognisable under the swaths of flowers & missing posters. The posters are the worst bit.
Chris had arguably more fun than Stefan on the 7th. It was of course his day off, so he was rudely awakened by a former resident banging on his bedroom door. His witty reply? "But it's fucking THURSDAY!"
Apparently the last person wasn't accounted for until well after midnight. That was, of course, Lydia, who is invisible at the best of times.
Harry is fine & living in Bobbie's room, which is bizarre to say the least. She is ploughing through the latest Harry Potter & let me take a peek. It was quite odd to see that they had extra security at Kings Cross too.
Then I went off to Chancery Lane to see Rob. Russell square tube is still sealed up. I was outside it, looking for my mobile at the bottom of my bag when I thought, 'hang on, at Russell square, rummaging through large bag, wires from mp3 player hanging out, someone's going to shoot me in a minute, aren't they?' because that's the kind of situation that I get myself into.
On Saturday we went to visit some friends of Rob's. We were at Victoria station when I felt a bit funny, so I sat down.
And woke up several minutes later. Honestly, all those years of righteous indignation at people saying I look like a fainter... then I go & bloody faint! Annoying. So we got on the bus & I fell asleep on Rob. When I woke up the bus had stopped. Within site of Mile End station. There were people streaming out. The bus driver stood up & told us there was nothing to worry about (then a police car screamed past - nee naw nee naw nee naw), that the cue wasn't very long (an ambulance - nee naw nee naw nee naw), that nothing was happening (nee naw nee naw nee naw), so we listened to the radio & found out there was a security alert at Mile End & that whole area was being evacuated. Eep.
On the way back Rob fell asleep on me. Which was quite cute, until I realised he was drooling everywhere! I swear I have never seen that much drool. Babies dribble less than that.
On Sunday he insisted on coming all the way to Kings Cross with me. From Surrey. Again, cute. And this time without the drool. Yay!
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Everything you do is cool, Trace
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aah my poor tracey!
i miss you and harri and rachel and london ... and the danger, lol no. why is harri living in bobbie's room?
so your family hasn't lost it's sense of humour, i see. say hi for me.
write sooon
xxxxxx