Settling in
Alright, so approximately 4 days and 2 nights sleep, and numerous cups of tea later, I am now settled into Casa del Negus, all clothes unpacked, breakfast consumed, and a job interview at 2:30! (more on the intereview in a couple paragraphs) Apparently I was in London the same time as Annie and Colleen, but neither knew this nor ran into them on the street (shock). Hope you girls had a good time! I definitely heard this announcement, in just the most public announcement, BBC attitude, android-like woman's voice, when Sam and I were going to catch the tube to the BUNAC office, "Due to man under train, the Picadilly line is not currently in service." Yikes. Just telling it like it is, I guess. Anyhow, Sam and I managed to make our way without incident, and finally were able to collapse for a nap some 25 hours or so after we had last slept.
We went out that evening, though, for quite a treat, meeting Sam's sister, Susanna, and her Irish man-friend for dinner at the Carlton Club. Needless to say, I was impressed. And the food and drink were delicious. And, afterward, a friend and fellow club member of said Irish man-friend chatted with us in the drawing room after dinner while he had a quick smoke and provided us with much entertainment. He was about the most stereotypical little English gentleman one could imagine, and apparently practically lives at the Carlton Club, but we all very much enjoyed his story about his run- in with a large, black, Alabama policeman whilst he was peeing on the side of an Alabama state highway, half-drunk, in the middle of the night, coming home from some engagement at some antebellum establishment or other.
So, yes, we finally made it up to Nottingham yesterday on the National Express, Britain's finest coach service, after having a delicious lunch at a pub across from Victoria coach station. Fish and chips, all- day breakfast (with baked beans, an English breakfast staple), and a couple of pints of Marston's Pedigree-- its good to be back. It's so nice to see Sam's parents again, though, and will see sister Julia and a gang of her friends this weekend as they descend on the house for a weekend of good times.
As for this job interview, apparently a good friend of Sam's mother works at an accounting firm about 10 minutes walk up the road from where I am living, and which firm has been looking for a good receptionist and from what I can tell, this interview is mostly a formality. I praise the Lord many times over, for I was just remembering last night that when Sam and I first thought of coming over here to stay for a good while, I began praying that there would be a job waiting for me to fill, and that I would be needed. And, voila, what do you know. So, I am so excited about that. After that, its off to Pride Park (home of Sam's beloved Rams) to discuss some arrangements for the pre-wedding Thanksgiving celebration coming up on the 23rd of July. Very exciting.
A very happy birthday to miss Elise D.! Glad you liked your present! And I shall pray that 22 is a much more enjoyable year than 21. Drink a few extra Sangrias for me!
We went out that evening, though, for quite a treat, meeting Sam's sister, Susanna, and her Irish man-friend for dinner at the Carlton Club. Needless to say, I was impressed. And the food and drink were delicious. And, afterward, a friend and fellow club member of said Irish man-friend chatted with us in the drawing room after dinner while he had a quick smoke and provided us with much entertainment. He was about the most stereotypical little English gentleman one could imagine, and apparently practically lives at the Carlton Club, but we all very much enjoyed his story about his run- in with a large, black, Alabama policeman whilst he was peeing on the side of an Alabama state highway, half-drunk, in the middle of the night, coming home from some engagement at some antebellum establishment or other.
So, yes, we finally made it up to Nottingham yesterday on the National Express, Britain's finest coach service, after having a delicious lunch at a pub across from Victoria coach station. Fish and chips, all- day breakfast (with baked beans, an English breakfast staple), and a couple of pints of Marston's Pedigree-- its good to be back. It's so nice to see Sam's parents again, though, and will see sister Julia and a gang of her friends this weekend as they descend on the house for a weekend of good times.
As for this job interview, apparently a good friend of Sam's mother works at an accounting firm about 10 minutes walk up the road from where I am living, and which firm has been looking for a good receptionist and from what I can tell, this interview is mostly a formality. I praise the Lord many times over, for I was just remembering last night that when Sam and I first thought of coming over here to stay for a good while, I began praying that there would be a job waiting for me to fill, and that I would be needed. And, voila, what do you know. So, I am so excited about that. After that, its off to Pride Park (home of Sam's beloved Rams) to discuss some arrangements for the pre-wedding Thanksgiving celebration coming up on the 23rd of July. Very exciting.
A very happy birthday to miss Elise D.! Glad you liked your present! And I shall pray that 22 is a much more enjoyable year than 21. Drink a few extra Sangrias for me!
posted by Laura Negus at 12:25 PM
4 Comments:
So the trend of the sugar mamma continues, eh chubby? I think Sam has played his cards right. Perhaps it will take him several months to find employment, during which he will sit in a room, "working" on his "thesis" about such and such and blah blah blah.
"Oh, got to work on the thesis," he says, like it's some kind of child, necessitating paternal nurturing.
Just admit your intentions and go sit in a pub instead of at the computer. It's more fun, too.
When I was in England and ordered fish and chips, they gave me fish and french fries. I grew irate. Seriously. It grew out my neck. Irate straight grew out of my neck. I wanted Baked Lays and fish. Or fish and cheetos. If they aren't selling chips, why must they call it chips. Oh yeah, I know, because they are stupid.
so glad to hear you're all settled in, and I was thinking of (and praying for) you friday--you'll have to keep us all posted about the jobness.
thanks for all the good wishes, dearheart.
Drink Newcastle at Wetherspoons cause you can get a big bottle (like 1.5 pints) for £1.35 I think. And it's a whole lot better when it's cold and served in Britain. Oh, and don't forget the Pint and Burger special...£2.99 every night. And Argos is a cool store....no IKEA, but it's like the former Service Merchandise. And if you go to Birmingham, go to the Bullring...but don't go to Aston or Perry Barr. You'll die there.
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