Unfortunately, I have finally been moved to the smaller room. I’ve taken to calling it the naughty closet, because that’s exactly what it feels like. “You won’t pay an extra 10 pounds for a room? Naughty...get in the closet until you learn better.”
There is just enough room for a bed, a table, and, in the most improbable renovation decision, a sink. What was the reasoning behind the sink? A compromise, perhaps? “You don’t get a bath in the room, but we’ll meet you halfway by giving you a sink next to your bed so you can listen to it dripping all night long and dream that you are wealthy enough to afford a proper room.” There is no cross breeze and the view stinks. Still, I am saving some money, and I’m finally meeting the other guests...who for some reason never come out of their rooms until I am trying to make the mad dash down the hall in my towel after a shower.
Tomorrow I am going into the heart of London again. On my first trip in, I spent most of the time getting lost, but with my new and improved map I think I’ve got this tourist thing licked. This time I am bringing my camera, and to all the people who look at me with contempt while I block the sidewalk trying to frame the perfect shot I say, “Sod you.”
Less than a week left. I’ll miss the people I’ve gotten to know, and I won’t miss the crazy people who can’t take a hint. One thing I’ve learned is that the people who live here are either really nice or really insane. This is a city of extremes.
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What I’ve learned today - Shopkeepers do not know what “flip flops” are, no matter how skillfully one tries to pantomime it for them.
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Yeah, what is another name for flip-flops? They're not sandals. How odd.
Can't wait till you get back so we can chat on the phone, my dear. Baby is getting definable in my tummy. Weird.
Tell Joel to kiss him for me, Mama Bean Pod. I'll be talking to you very, very soon. Such stories I have.
Accordingto my extensive research ala Wikipedia and Google, flip flops are also known as, "thongs, jandals or pluggers". "Jandals" appears to be the Kiwi name, and the term "pluggers" comes to us via Australia.
I'm short attention span girl today, so that's all I got for you. Lesson over.
We have a kiwi bartender.
I'm only on my second coffee, so that's all I got, too.
Make a post where you tell us about the crazy british people.
:D
Go up to a clerk when you get back and ask for some thongs. Then when they give you a wierd look say
"I'm from london."
and then ask them where the chocolate chip biscuits are and then drink some tea and use your british powers to fly away.
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