I hate London!

I have become one of those people that discuss the weather continuously! I know it is shocking. Never did I think that I would become lumped in the category of aged folk that talk about the weather in the elevator. I thought that my extended family, in a tiny village in Germany, were the only ones who were reduced to such mundane conversations, but so be it, I am now one of them.

People always say, why did you come to London if you only complain about it? I came here to travel and London's close proximity to everything being its main draw card, is how I ended up here.

My first day back at work yesterday was a bit of a shock to the system, coming back from sunny Croatia to overcast London, where it was practically dark at 5. It typically decided to pelt down with rain as I left work. My charcoal gray trousers were black up to the knee, drenched in water and my feet were swimming in my fuscia pumps. I quickly hightailed it to the tube station, opting for a closer one instead of my normal station. About 50m from the station a red double decker bus drove past and completely soaking me from head to toe. As I finally reached the sanctity of a roof, I first took off my shoes and poured out all the water and then tried to wring out my pants and hair. Once on the tube, I breathed out a sigh of relief and knew I had gotten through the worst of my journey home.

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Changing lines at Piccadilly Circus, proved to be the downfall of my day. I was standing on the opposite end of the doors as we reached the stop and had to barge my way through, whilst more commuters were getting on, blocking my exit. The doors started to beep and I was still inside. I made for one massive push and finally broke free of the throng of people. Finally on the platform, I walked towards the Piccadilly Line and noticed that my entire blouse had come undone up to my belly button, flashing my bra to the world.

This is why I hate London:

- walking in the rain
- running in the rain
- walking with heavy grocery bags in the rain
- always having an umbrella in your bag
- commuting with thousands of others
- having a stinky armpit in your face for an entire tube journey
- flashing your bra to commuters (that would never happen in the privacy of one's own car)
- comparing London and Cape Town temperatures in Summer and Winter respectively, and them being the same!


I think that was enough ranting for one day!

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LMM

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Night out in London

Had an amazing night last night! Started off with Dinner at Jamie Oliver's restaurant, Jamie's Italian.

I had never been before and I can only sum it up in one word.........PHENOMENAL.

The Boyf had no idea what I had planned for our night out and was as blown away as I was. I started off my meal with a basket of different assortments of freshly baked breads, served with olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Heaven in a basket!

For mains I had a mushroom panzerotti, which was cooked with grilled sage, chilli, porchini mushrooms and drizzled with parmesan and olive oil. YUM!

The Boyf had a Lamb Ragu, which was as delicious.

So if you ever in London, Jamie's Italian is a must. Awesome food, in a totally relaxed setting. Its like fine dining in an unpretentious atmosphere.

We then headed off to watch The Lion King at the Lyceum Theatre.

The Boyf had never seen it before and was like a small child in a candy shop. The best part.....a lot of the cast was South African. Rafiki, the wise baboon, was played by Brown Lindiwe Mkhize from Durban, who was the highlight for me. She even threw in a few "woza lapha"s for extra measure. Simba was also played by one of our own, Andile Gumbi.

All in all a brilliant night out!


LMM


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