Showing posts with label Whitechapel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whitechapel. Show all posts

Monday 28 January 2013

The Beginning of the End

It's finally here, our last week in London.

The digital luggage weigh-er has arrived,and basically all that's left to do is pack and then go!

Yesterday was a bit of a weird day, in the sense that it lasted for about 47 hours. In the morning we got up early after too-little sleep (working Saturday nights is something I do not enjoy) and met my friends Bob and Lydia at Workshop, a great coffee and food place in Clerkenwell. I had so much coffee I had the 'hovering above my body' feeling for a good 40 minutes after until it placed me back down on the ground and I felt a little tired. We saw this cool car on our decidedly spring-time walk after, there was a faded box of tissues and an old umbrella on the back window that looked like they had been there since the car was new.



I then had to go to work, where, three hours in, I got randomly bitten on the leg by a small dog. It bit through my jeans and made a horrible circular toothy mark that was bleeding, so I decided, after much deliberation, to do the right thing and get a tetanus shot. I got a taxi to Whitechapel Hospital and it was pretty cool to see London over ground, by car, for once.

After three hours waiting, no headphones, no phone signal, a lot of solitaire and a man 'as a meabhair' throwing obscenities at the ladies in the waiting room, I simply got a tetanus booster and a box of generic antibiotics (I won't take them but didn't say anything at the time so as to not kick up a fuss. We know how the NHS are). Probably needless, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

ON ANOTHER NOTE, as I was standing around the entrance of the pub waiting to get in a taxi, who should appear for dinner but Prince Harry and a similarly balding, fair headed chum? Oh the excitement of it all.

Ok, I'm off to do stuff. Namely, weigh my luggage.

Peace.