It’s proper warm over here can you believe it? It’s like summer decided to appear – in September.
Perfect weather for heading to the posh parts of London and meeting a friend!
Blandine left France for England (because of the ginger lads and Henry XIII of course) and had a quickie “layover” in London before heading to the countryside. I kept her company.
It was so good to see her again after many many years! We actually started off as pen pals. (Yay for pen palling! It taught me English and I’ve made lots of great friends).
We both thought we look awful on this pic but hey, I’ve got to post some evidence.
Anyway, we headed to daylesford (or better: we accidentally stumbled upon it) and did some catching up while having lunch. It was so good discussing everything from former schoolmates with babies to French politics and good music.
I wouldn’t be me if I wouldn’t write about food.
I had eggs florentine – I can’t help it, I love brunch!
The interior of the place was so typically “hip”. The rustic/modern/farm style is very very popular with restaurants/cafés these days.
That’s fine by me though because the food was delish.
We then headed to Starbucks and then it was already time to say goodbye. I can’t wait for Blandine to move to London next year! (Visit soon my friend!)
I then headed back to the Victoria station and as I was changing tubes in Euston I had an encounter that wasn’t unfamiliar.
Dude: “Why do you look so sad?”
Karin: “Sorry, that’s just my normal face!”
Well sorry, I don’t look like Angelina Jolie but you know, I’m fine with the way I look (so effff off you idiot!!!!!).
sigh… You have NO idea how often that happens to me.
I don’t want to be rude to people but I’m really annoyed whenever that happens. And you know what? It’s always random guys who ask me that.
Oh and in case this is some super strange pick-up line (which I really hope it isn’t) – what if I really was sad? I don’t think I –or anyone else for that matter- would talk to a complete stranger about the cause.
</end of frustrated rant>
Wait a second. It isn’t over yet.
When I got off at my station I saw a guy wearing a turban standing by the exit. Not unusual. People walked past him and right when I walked by him he asked:
“Have you ever thought about doing yoga?”
A bit perplexed I answered: “I already practice yoga”.
Maybe my sad face needs some positive energy.
I should consider Botox.
(KIDDING!!!!)
Love you all,
Happy sad-face Karin