As the Wind Blows

So after almost four months I’ve flown in or out of nearly all of London’s airports (Heathrow, Stanstead, Gatwick and London City Airport), with Luton to expect me at the end of July. It’s quite a change from living in a city with only one airport where you turn up 20 minutes before the flight leaves and still be able to board the plane. You could try doing that at one of these airports if you had a boarding pass, but I wouldn’t recommend it. The gates in some of these places are quite a walk from the main terminal – in Stanstead you have to take a light rail (which is a bit like going on a slow paced roller coaster, 'twas soo much fun!!) to the gates. They come every five minutes but it’s still quite risky.

I don’t like risk and when my bus arrived half an hour before the flightwas due to take off in Prague, it was quite terrifying. It’s the first time in my life I’ve actually experienced my mouth going completely dry, though you would think that if you were running through an airport that you’ve never been in before as fast as you can dragging your luggage along, you would be needing as much liquid as possible so your body should be helping you out. But I suppose when you’re body’s in panic mode it’s a bit difficult to know how it’ll react.

The mozzies that were on the plane over from Pisa, must have surely regretted their decision when they reached London. I noticed that everyone’s been complaining about how cold and windy it is back home, but today the heater was on full blast in my house and I'm still cold. It’s meant to be summer!

Highlights of the week:     
-    Coming home at 2:30am in the morning and then waking up at 6am to go to the Harry Potter World Premiere for the last movie ever, only to wait for four hours in the rain, before being told that we needed to have wrist bands to be able to be there for crowd control purposes. Then watching the world premiere at home and seeing that Trafalgar Square was only half full!! Argh!!
-    Moving house and dragging all my worldly possessions in one and half suitcases. Fun, fun! My bag is still sore from the experience. And here I was thinking that I built up all these muscles from walking up hills in Florence.

Now after spending so much time through airports time to spend time eating junk food and watching America's Next Top Model (because Britain and Ireland's Next Top Model is moving too slow.)