I wonder what they got up to last night…
As seen through the London Eye
Here are some serious lines seen at Buckingham Palace in London, England during my trip there in 2003.
This one didn’t come to mind at first, but when I was going through my photos, I thought it might work. Just interesting how the stairs go into the water, probably because of the tide. Taken in Blackpool, England in May 2009.
This was taken in England during my trip in spring of 2009. This is the garden my mother wants.
Took me a bit to think of which one to use. To me, I wondered what those big crows were doing and should I be scared?
Not both, but most.
I have been to where my mother was born and grew up in England. We went after I graduated from University in 2009. I had been to England on my own over the last few years, but not to where she lived, nor with her. She hadn’t been there since they left when she was 5.
I have been to Mumbai where my father grew up, but I haven’t been to Tanzania where he was born. He relates more to Mumbai than to his birthplace, and I enjoy visiting there too since it is closer to our heritage. I once spent three months there studying my MCSE and got to stay with my grandmother.
Another challenge from the #PostADay2011: Grab a sentence from the nearest….
The book I picked randomly from my bookshelf was: The Noticeably Stouter Book of General Ignorance by John Lloyd & John Mitchinson based on the successful British series, QI with Stephen Fry (@StephenFry on Twitter). I picked it up in England two years ago on a trip with my mother.
I opened it to page 203. Under “What’s the ‘sport of kings’?”
The third paragraph, second sentance is: “Everyone from ryalty to schoolboys joined in: there were even cockpits in the palace of Westminster and on Downing Street.”
The “bonus” from this challenge post was to come up with the next sentence that is completely unrelated. The only thing I can say is that Stephen Fry would certainly come up with something better than I could ever do.
Must tell tell you that I have the best friends in the world.
After wonderful Bridgesque posts, one of nearest and dearest friends did wonderful things for birthday. Had one friend who was in charge of looking after sorry drunk ass and making sure got home in one piece. Other is dear female friend.
In previous post had mentioned (screamed) that this year wanted to receive flowers from someone of the male persuasion. Leave it to someone of the female persuasion to come up with a plan to make this happen.
Birthday bash started great at Retro Road Show (must check it out of have not already done so, gentle readers). Then one of male friends shows up with flowers and favourite vodka. Think there might be a crush here, but still thank profusely. Scheming friend must have told him something. Then yet another male friend appears with more flowers, and another, and another…by the third, have realized a pattern; all men. Scheming friend has told them all to bring flowers to help complete new year’s list.
Once a few had given flowers and had figured out plot, scheming friend gives birthday gift to compliment the yang with the yin: a flower vase, large enough to fit all the flowers given.
So big thanks go to male friends who heeded call of even better scheming friend who made it possible. Special mention of course to drinking buddy who, though couldn’t get flowers because was taking care of my drunk ass all day, also made sure to make it homesafely and sayted that way when tucked in bed.
Thanks also go to those who made sure that my glass was never empty and sometimes made sure that there was more than one glass, sometimes three very small ones back-to-back-to-back at the bar in quick succession. Thanks go to the DJ who continues to play favourite song even though he despises it so. (“Drop the needle!”)
This is why one must state that have best friends in world. Don’t need Mark D’Arcy at birthday party. Friends covered it wonderfully. But if he decides to show up by Valentines, would be nice.
Thank you again to all for a wonderful birthday.
Units of alcohol: not many due to medication
Exercises: not many due to back pain
Salads: Close to once perday
Still in search of dream job. After second interview, no response. So must not be dream job. It’s still out there.
So is my Mark D’Arcy. Have wonderful friends who all tell me am wonderful and beautiful, but can’t seem to have proper relationship with normal human male. Have tried internet dating, speed dating, friend set ups and more, but wonder if am meant to be singleton for rest of life.
For those not we-informed, Mark D’Arcy (played by amazing Colin Firth) is tall, dark-haired god with British accent, is top barrister in London law firm, can cook and most importantly, likes me “just as I am”.
Since birthday is next week, in true Bridget fashion, he will appear and save dinner disaster that am preparing for friends. Not that any ex-lover will show up asking to take me back in middle of dinner causing Mark D’Arcy to take him out into the street for brawl through Greek restaurant to defend my honour. But one can dream…