What a crazy day. A colleague left for Greece yesterday for two weeks and asked me to help out on her magazine deadline, and what a nightmare it's been.
Blah, all that aside. No one likes a whiner.
Charles arrived on Monday, and we spent the day on Tuesday (I took off work) walking around London (much to the chagrin of my feet) and sightseeing. As it turned out the day was sunny eventually, and as we sat and drank a pint before picking up Lau, I looked at him and had to smile. He's come so far - I mean it in only the best way. He's left Knysna, this small, coddling little town, and is sitting in Covent Garden, drinking a pint of beer he's never tasted before, with a different currency in his wallet (the hexagonal looking one is 20p, Charlie!) and if he's scared, he's not showing it. This is the man who has lived 2 doors away from me for 7 years, and now we're both here and loving it.
Every time I think about the steps we're both taking in our lives I can't help but smile - when we went to the matric farewell together (lame, I know, but an amazing night to share with your best friend in the world) I never thought that five years on we'd both be in London too.
The longer I'm here, the more I love the place.
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