The internet still sucks which means the launching of my Youtube channel WhateverFloatsYourBoat is delayed and makes me slightly angry...
Whatever, video 1 of Oxford is on and two is coming soon amongst some other Youtube videos, just for you...my readers who are too lazy to read. Anyway, last weekend I went up to London to shop at Oxford Street because I only have two weekends left (one now) and wanted to make the best of it. I ended going to Regent Street because I don't have much money and, I know, that doesn't make sense at first, but believe me it does when you think about it... Still not? Right, let me explain. I don't have much money left, so I thought I would go to shops so hilariously expensive that buying something was completely out of reach. Get it? Well, it sounds brilliant, doesn't it, but it didn't really work out. I ended up buying a shirt in Abercrombie and Fitch, but still, it was the only purchase I made that day. Oh dear, it really nearly was. Last Saturday, I almost committed a felony. After my shopping trip I was hungry and decided to eat at the 5th View restaurant in Waterstones Piccadilly. I had a decent burger and coke and when I had eaten up, I stood up and left. Down the five floors, out on the street, to the crossroads, pushing the button for the traffic lights. Something felt odd, something felt unfinished. I checked my bag frantically, thinking I must have forgotten my purse or phone or key, but everything was still there. And just as the traffic lights jumped to green, it dawned on me...I HADN'T PAID MY BILL! Oh lord, what a moment of shock! Back into Waterstones, up the five floors (panting heavily), through the door, back to the waiter, apologising and... realising they hadn't even realised I had left. I apologised to the waiter who only said: "Oh right, you had a burger, haven't you, thanks for coming back." Thanks for coming back? What was the option? Well, I guess some people wouldn't have hesitated a moment to just sneak away and don't pay, but I couldn't do that. In fact, I considered not going back up to pay the bill, but not because I wanted to skip out on the bill but because I was so mortified for having forgotten to pay and didn't want to be mistaken for a criminal. In the end it all worked out...well, until I came to the Selfridges till. It was the children's dad's birthday and I went to Selfridges to get some goodies and a card for him. After some browsing, I found the adequate present and proceeded to the till. There, however, I realised that my purse was not in my bag and had a massive freak-out while the salesman was eyeing me up, annoyed. When I finally found my purse which had slipped into a side-bag, he said: "You know, you should be more careful with your purse. We have women here all the time who freak out because they can't find something, you know..." God, he was annoyed and I was annoyed, too. Annoyed that I had just proved the cliché of women and their bags. My time in Britain is drawing to a close (at least for now) and I have to say I am not necessarily looking forward to going back to Austria. Don't get me wrong, I miss my people sorely, but London has opened completely new opportunities and possibilities for me and it's been a blast of a year and I can only recommend to live in London at some point of your lives because you will definitely not forget it! Speak soon and all my kisses...
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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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