Thursday began with an emotional goodbye from Mum and a very emotional goodbye from Ruby, who to my concern was not eating. Ruby not eating is even more serious than me not eating... Got to London and met up with Auntie Alice, making the usual mistake of thinking she had changed car (she hasn't changed car). Had a lovely afternoon, the highlights being a very big plate of fish and chips for a whopping 5 pounds (YES ENGLAND), a visit to the vast Kew gardens (+ a very sticky "gluten free" piece of chocolate cake), a sprint session to pretend to myself that I was being healthy, a trip to Morrison's in Alice's rugby kit (the shirts were two thirds of the way up my thighs and the tshirt was just above my waist) making me look like a crossdresser. Ironically the only things I bought in Morrison's were a pack of hayfever pills and a large box of protection. The night was capped off with another gigantic dinner from Alice.
Friday was a 5 30 start but in an attempt to figure out how my watch alarm worked I accidentally set it for 4 AM and 5 30, which wasn't massively convenient. On the train to Gatwick I ate my healthy breakfast of bread, egg and rhubarb pie which won me some grim and angry stares from several people on the train, and then proceeded to get on the plane incredibly smoothly with no slip ups.
...yet.
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