OMG
Not only am I not pissed as my older sister just emailed me believing this to be the case in celebrating my 29th birthday (yes, I am celebrating it for the 4th time. shut up) I have only imbibed some non-fizzy 7-up. And a few mouthfuls of weak tea. Yes, I am pathetic.
So I come all the way to lovely sunny London and what happens? I get massively sick. The 24 hr stomach flu. It began in the middle of the night of the 29th and carried on all day...not that I remember much (I wont go into nasty details). When I could rationally think, I was wondering how I would get to Sally's that night and how on god's green earth was I going to catch my plane to Glasgow at 6.20am on Friday 30th morning? I could barely talk or move. My flatmate said: Sandra, you are not going to be able to go. You are going to have to stay here til you are better then make other arrangements. So that is what I have done. I am feeling better now (so if my plane had been only a few hours later, I could have made it).
I am taking a train tomorrow morning and will get there in the afternoon.
I actually forgot it was my birthday (such was my misery) until I called Laura to tell of my plans for tomorrow and she wished me Happy day! I will feel more like celebrating tomorrow. Though not very likely with alcohol, sadly. I am feeling adventurous enough with eating half a bagel.
So I come all the way to lovely sunny London and what happens? I get massively sick. The 24 hr stomach flu. It began in the middle of the night of the 29th and carried on all day...not that I remember much (I wont go into nasty details). When I could rationally think, I was wondering how I would get to Sally's that night and how on god's green earth was I going to catch my plane to Glasgow at 6.20am on Friday 30th morning? I could barely talk or move. My flatmate said: Sandra, you are not going to be able to go. You are going to have to stay here til you are better then make other arrangements. So that is what I have done. I am feeling better now (so if my plane had been only a few hours later, I could have made it).
I am taking a train tomorrow morning and will get there in the afternoon.
I actually forgot it was my birthday (such was my misery) until I called Laura to tell of my plans for tomorrow and she wished me Happy day! I will feel more like celebrating tomorrow. Though not very likely with alcohol, sadly. I am feeling adventurous enough with eating half a bagel.