Hello my invisible friends, how are you?
I'm alright, sitting on the sofa sipping crap coffee. Sorry about the long silence (have you noticed it?) but I've been busy being busy.
in Manchester is finally winter, after a long scorching summer that lasted almost 3 weeks. And I mean it... THREE WEEKS!!!! Now we're finally back to our normal temperature of 10 degrees. Ah, we can breath! And, obviously it's pissing down. But well... this is the North West, as they say.
Oh well who cares! I love cycling in the rain without glasses, splashing pools, randomly avoiding traffic, freezing myself to death and get to work completely drenched. That's life, isn't it?
What happened?
Nothing... mmmh... well, we had the Royal Wedding in England, how could I not mention that?! They started the countdown as soon as those two poor (relatively) guys got engaged. I mean... for the last month prior to the ceremony we knew absolutely everything about them... what they eat, how they fart, what they're wearing... everything but the bride's dress! You know, it's bad luck... everybody was speculating about those two, but I wonder.. who actually cared? Luckily I do not own or watch a tv myself, so I was almost safe. But I do read newspapers and every single day Kate was on it. My god... I'm so not envious, I would never be happy about becoming Queen.... you do not own your life anymore. Bah...
Well, on THE day, while the whole of England was off, I was working. Cleverly enough, my school organized a "Let's watch the Royal wedding together" party, so I skipped one hour lesson, taking the kids to the common room to watch the ceremony. If you want my opinion, and I'm sure you want it, it was pretty cute to watch it and I really loved Kate's dress. Good choice, girl. I got a bit emotional as well, I always do at weddings... probably because I think how bad is life going to be from now on for the bride. Ahahaha... ah ah
We had some food as well, even better.
I bought a biscuit tin with their faces on, obviously a gift for my mum. And you know what? She liked it. I mean... it was just unbearably kitch, but she liked it. Ok...
The local chippy was even offering free chips on the wedding day. Whatever, as soon as I finished work I jumped on a plane and I went home to sleep and sleep and sleep.
Yeah, that's all I did in Italy. Slept. I really needed it, believe. I'm an old woman and I just work far too much. Good to know that the money I give in taxes are invested in Royal weddings. Great. THAT wedding cost the poor tax payer something like £20m. That means twenty million pounds. Rock on! Wouldn't that make you furious? And now they are on their honeymoon. Nothing wrong with that, obviously, but they rented a whole island in the Seychelles... £45,000 a night... guess who's paying that...
>.<
And I was worried about spending 69p for a doughnut this morning... bah
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