DK was leaving for Sydney on Christmas day, so we went down to London together on Christmas eve. In hindisght, it was pointless because my flight back to Glasgow was before his flight and I was only there for nine hours.(Ahh things we do for our partners)
We got in to London early evening, looked around forgetting that eating after 8 in the UK is nearly impossible. We did manage to find a Thai restaurant in the end and went to the pub and I got up at three to leave for my good friend, Stansted Airport.(How I'll miss Stansted when I levae the UK!)
Back at Glasgow, the weather was like the year before, foggy,cold, homicidal. I was picked up by Dr.J and her husband with whom I was to spend Christmas. Dr.J is one of my private students from Poland and who has also been a wonderful friend to me.
Once at hers, we had a Polish breakfast consisting of pickeled herrings,ham and more pickled herrings. Not the best for someone who just got off the plane with only three hours of sleep.....
I don't mind spending Christmas with friends, in fact, I don't remember the last time I spent it with my family but it was awkward to be there. I still haven't figured out her husband and I am never quite too sure how to communicate with him. And even though we are friends, because of our different circumstances, it is hard to have a continuous conversation for hours and hours.
A few hours later, lunch followed sans alcohol and Christmas without a stiff drink is not so easy.
Afterwards, we watched "collision", an ok film but not the cheeriest in the world. I was sitting there wondering how long I'd have to stay there before it was polite for me to leave, when I was told that there were other guest coming and that I should stay to see the baby.(AHHHH!)
I finally left around 7, came home, got my dose of Zach Braff for the night and drank some wine and went to bed.
Excitement plus!
