Oh my goodness, life can be a bitch...
I don't know if anyone noticed, but my birthday was on Tuesday and I wanted to write a lengthy and tedious speech about how awesome I am and how earth could survive before I was born 24 years ago, etc. etc ...when, I was hit by the stomach bug and spent my birthday night over the toilet, vomiting my soul out of my body. Never have I felt so miserable on a birthday (or some time else) and I literally thought I would die any minute. I will spare you the gross details of the stomach flu (I guess many poor of you are quite familiar with them anyway) and rather talk about something else that bugs me...well, one of the things. A couple of entries ago, I complained about women putting on makeup in public, remember? (The two French girls were included). However, I must say I lately observed something far more terrible and inappropriate. Sometimes I wonder whether I am a bit strange or overly polite and appropriate, but I feel that common decency drops by the minute...when has it become accepted to file one's nails in public? I see hoards of women sitting in cafés, restaurants or pubs, shamelessly filing their nails as if there was nothing gross about it. Well, as said, it might be me, but I think this definitely belongs to the "do-it-in-your-own-flat-and-not-in-front-of-strange-people" section and I personally would rather see a girl put a ton of makeup on her in public than file her nails next to me. Yuk. Still, there is always someone who ups the ante - even regarding disgusting grossities. Only a couple of days ago, I was sitting on the train, minding my own business, when I heard a recurring clipping sound and, irritated, turned around to see what was going on. Diagonal of me there sat a woman who was, no kidding, clipping her nails in the train!!! I mean, come on, that is really icky. How disorganised must I be that I couldn't plan two minutes in my private bathroom in the morning to get that business done? I also don't put out scissors and start cutting my hair in the middle of the train or a restraurant - honestly, get yourselves some sense of respect. Alright, away from being a moralizer to something more important. My birthday. On Sunday, me, my sister and N will go to the Warner Bros Harry Potter Studios in Leavsden and I am already so excited about it that I momentarily forgot about my stomach bug (which, admittedly, deteriorated since I wrote the last paragraph, so there is no one to blame but me...). We will go there by train (so I am already nervous) and I will let you know how we got there and whether it was a good way to get there in detail next week, in case you plan to visit, too (and you should, it's mind-blowing). Today, I have my birthday tea to which I am looking forward, but I also want to share a treat with you which I hope you will like to read. Remember when I started this Alfie Deyes task book, promised to fulfill all of them and never did? Well, sorry Deyes, but you kind of sucked and so I forsook the task; however, I got a really nice birthday present from N which is called 642 Tiny Things To Write About, and I love it. I won't promise to do everything or to set a deadline (as I cannot be trusted with these things, evidently), but will share some of them among my personal experiences with my life here in Britain. Thank you all for reading, following and supporting! PS The Short Story people haven't written anything back yet (they wanted to get back to me on 12th March...told you, I will only believe it when I see it...)
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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