Surely those of you with some semblance of a life have had enough of politics by now, and would be happy not to hear the words "cliffhanger", "victory" and "resignations" again, and I really don't want to bore you with it, but what a drama huh!? I flew out very early on Sunday morning and didn't get any of it first-hand, but as soon as I turned on my phone upon landing at Heathrow, it - together with everyone else's on the plane - just went berserk. It was hard to hear what anyone was saying, since everything was said in hushed tones ‒ although from my seat in the last row, I could hear one of the cabin crew on the phone saying "Veru? B'kemm?". I didn't manage to get any indication of who he was referring to however.
I'm now really not looking forward to the phone bill that will arrive electronically close to the end of the month. I would bet any kind of money - even though after paying it, there won't be that much of it - that it's not going to be a nice one. I think I spent more on calls and messages there in four days then I usually do in a month. I'm sure there are going to be a lot of digits on it.
Talking of digits, I'm still trying to get my head round this euro business. I'm confused. Everyone is still referring to lira, even though they mean euro and I keep getting my conversions wrong. To make it worse, I have to then turn it into pounds sterling, which is way too complicated for my poor numerically challenged brain to be able to process.
One of the text messages I received while out there read something along the lines of: "Bad news, strong winds predicted for Monday, hope you'll be OK flying back," sent by a colleague who thought I was flying back a day later than I actually did. And thank heavens I did, because I really wouldn't have liked to be anywhere other than my bed in the storm that took over the southwest of England - even though London didn't really get to see any of the scary bits. I was woken up before dawn by the most horrifying wind having a ball with the netting surrounding the scaffolding that now blocks each and every one of my windows and thought I was having a bad dream.
But staying in bed was sadly not an option. It's been a big week at work, with full-on days plus a fancy fashion do at a posh hotel - which incidentally, dear editor, is why I'm past the deadline again this week. I've not even had time to empty my rucksack. But it looks like I won't be needing to. I'm flying out again for a long weekend! And there I was last week saying that I wouldn't be commuting!!
I'm now really not looking forward to the phone bill that will arrive electronically close to the end of the month. I would bet any kind of money - even though after paying it, there won't be that much of it - that it's not going to be a nice one. I think I spent more on calls and messages there in four days then I usually do in a month. I'm sure there are going to be a lot of digits on it.
Talking of digits, I'm still trying to get my head round this euro business. I'm confused. Everyone is still referring to lira, even though they mean euro and I keep getting my conversions wrong. To make it worse, I have to then turn it into pounds sterling, which is way too complicated for my poor numerically challenged brain to be able to process.
One of the text messages I received while out there read something along the lines of: "Bad news, strong winds predicted for Monday, hope you'll be OK flying back," sent by a colleague who thought I was flying back a day later than I actually did. And thank heavens I did, because I really wouldn't have liked to be anywhere other than my bed in the storm that took over the southwest of England - even though London didn't really get to see any of the scary bits. I was woken up before dawn by the most horrifying wind having a ball with the netting surrounding the scaffolding that now blocks each and every one of my windows and thought I was having a bad dream.
But staying in bed was sadly not an option. It's been a big week at work, with full-on days plus a fancy fashion do at a posh hotel - which incidentally, dear editor, is why I'm past the deadline again this week. I've not even had time to empty my rucksack. But it looks like I won't be needing to. I'm flying out again for a long weekend! And there I was last week saying that I wouldn't be commuting!!