Where to begin? I arrived at Heathrow airport at 1:10pm London time. (happens to be +0 GMT) As I exited the plane I got a blast of 0 degrees Celsius air. Nice and refreshing after the 30+ temperatures we've been having in Mildura, so I thought.
I had been given a "landing card" on the aeroplane, and the air hostess had assured me that I needn't fill it out before I got to customs. So halfway through the lineup at customs I read a sign "have your landing cards filled out before approaching the desk". Yes, I'm the bitch that holds everyone up, I didn't have a pen! I got sent away to fill it out, luckily I know people and sourced a pen, then jumped the line. I did apologise to the lady I cut in front of, but still got a dirty look.
The customs man was friendly, I explained that it was my first time overseas. He welcomed me with open arms to the UK. Clearly I was no terrorist or drug trafficker. Although I didn't like how he questioned my occupation, clearly manager doesn't give enough detail. Also, asking where my brother works is a bit personal, you let him in the country almost a year ago, surely it doesn't matter?
Then I got the tube! Really, "mind the gap" need only be said once, I get it. It's funny over here, they repeat it over and over again. Brits mustn't be very savvy with train safety, train tracks are a hazard, even my 8 year old sister knows that.
Michael made a delish turkey pie for dinner, master chef in the making. We chilled for a bit, then had to get ready for the wine bar.
After a sip of wine Michael says, "I feel like going out after this, but don't let me" but the old, just one drink effect, made us go our anyway.
I met some lovely people tonight, Brendan, Andrew and Taylor, and saw Jesse for the first time in years. We basically got drunk and danced, good times!
London day 1 was a success. Looking forward to day 2! Goodnight, sweet dreams x
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