London, the first bit.

I didn't realise that jet lag was still screwing with me until I woke up at 3.15am like a child on Christmas morning, wide eyed and ready to jog to Big Ben...

Since I left Australia I have been having the most vivid dreams. I'm not sure if this has anything to do with jet lag, or whether it is my mind processing the journey that I am on. I have been dreaming a lot of people from my past. One night I was sitting at a long table with all of my ex boyfriends, ex girlfriends, ex lovers, ex crushes, flings, everyone who had meant something to me in a romantic or sexual way... I can't remember what was happening, just light conversation I think. This dream has to be significant though, doesn't it...?

Yesterday was my first real day in London. I wandered around Oxford Street, bought a really warm puffy jacket with a fur collar, a coffee and an umbrella. I probably looked a lot like a deer in headlights as i slowly meandered the streets saying "wow cool!" to myself for several hours. I caught the tube, found the Apple Store on Regent Street, went to a gallery called The Wallace Collection with some really old stuff in it (gave me decorating ideas), went to Selfridges, Marks + Spencer, Debenhams, Boots... It was all very exciting.

Red buses and rain, ahh London :) 

Apple Store, with Red buses to prove I am indeed in London. 

Marks + Spencer, and Black Cab. 

The awning above is Selfridges. If you look really close you will see a policeman giving the guy in the wheelchair a fine... for what, I don't know. 

Yes I think I will definitely have a boudoir like this one.
 I thought of mum a lot here, the chandeliers were just incredible.  

A lot of this furniture is older than white Australia. Which I think is cool.  and Pretty.
I thought of Grandmere here also, I wondered if she had stood and looked at the things I was looking at, she would have liked it I think. 

The girl on the swing. What a beautiful painting.
She deserves an entire blog to herself, and she may well get one. 

I struggled not to laugh when I heard little children speaking in their British accents. It just sounds so cute and funny, they sound like little Harry Potters.. or princesses. "Oh daddy I do hope we might have a.." oh I don't know what British children say, but they sound funny, trust me.
The sugar comes in lumps here, like little cubes, instead of in a bowl. I thought it was nifty, except what if you want less than a lump, do you have to saw it in half?

Last night my cousin Sophie and her friend Ness took me to a trendy new restaurant called MEATliquor - a burger place with American style burgers, buffalo wings, deep friend gherkins (omg yum), and wonderful cocktails. We had a nice time, stuffed our faces and enjoyed a couple of cocktails before getting the tube home.

MEATliquor.  They serve meat, and liquor. 

Also, I have decided that I look pretty good in winter. Which makes me happy.  Today my dear cousin and I are off to do some touristy things :)

Whee hee!! xxxx