Captains (b)Log

Captains Log:
14:45
Friday 29 March

Am on the bus to Glasgow. Not focusing on anything around me other than my book. Despite experiencing the sharp stinging headache between my eyes I get when reading on transport, I'm pushing through the pain to read. The book: Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. A who-dunnit murder mystery with lots of question marks, sex, betrayal and sharp intakes of breath. Highly recommended.

15:35
Have just look out of window. Saw a shop that sells fireplaces. Hilarious.

Captains Log:
14:30
Sunday 31 March

Glagow. Have just met my future husband at the Kelvingrove Museum. His name is Roger. I think we'll be able to overcome our different hides and my lack of tail. He makes me feel good about my large nose.

Captains Log:
11:35
Wednesday 3 April

Am sitting atop Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh, keen fans will know it from the first and last scenes in One Day by David Nicholls. (The film is as good as the book, not even Anne Hathaway could ruin that!)
It's our final day in Edinburgh and I'm looking out at all of the land. I can see the ocean (reminding me of home). The castle is in view, we visited yesterday (didn't go in, £14 no thank you!). The walking tour took us all over the Royal Mile, and took us through the graveyard we saw the previous night during our Ghost Tour (on which a lady fainted, fake!). If I squint I can see the Elephant House Cafe (a combination of my favourite things: food [all the cakes were gluten free!], elephants, and Harry Potter [J.K. wrote the first book here]).
Oh Edinburgh. My traveling companions and I are all in agreement, can we live here?!

Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art. SO WEIRD!

Scott's Memorial

Eeeeeeelephant House!

Edinburgh from the sky

Me, three layers of clothing, and Edinburgh town

Posing

Captains Log
16:15
Friday 5 April

Am gliding on Loch Ness, have been searching high and low for the monster on our cruise ship. We didn't see Nessie, but just between you and me, I did see a large moving mass under the water. Legit? I think so.
Inverness has top points for beauty, and the Morrisons here has a rad salad bar.

This is a theory I can really get my teeth into

Walking along the River Ness

Loch Ness!

An Inverness sunset

Captains Log
02:30
Sunday 7 April

Why am I awake you ask? I'm on a 12-hour night bus from Inverness to London. I don't know if it's just us, but it's really hot on this bus. Maybe all four of us are going through early on-set menopause. I'm no scientist so I won't rule it out. GET ME OFF THIS BUS. I'm listening to "Money Ain't A Thing" by Jay-Z and Jermaine Dupri. What's a nice girl like me doing listening to such inflammatory lyrics? One of the great mysteries of the world. This, from Sarah, is making me giggle at least.

Captains Log
20:34
Wednesday 10 April

Joni is staying for the night. Having dinner with her and Marthe. They've ganged up on my and are using the opportunity to make fun of old Annie. Even though I inflated Joni's mattress for her. And cooked her dinner. But I mean whatever, no biggie.

Captains Log
11:48
Saturday 13 April

One hazelnut. Two hazelnuts. Three hazelnuts. Four hazelnuts. Nigellas Nutella Cake. Got to place them in the the exact correct place. Joni's 22nd birthday today. I predict tonight will go off without a hitch.

Captains Log
23:35
Saturday 13 April

Sitting outside my bedroom door. It's locked. The security man has just arrived to open it, and to explain why I can't really stand and why I have no belongings and am all dressed up, I inform him I've "been at the library studying". I think he bought it.
(Thanks Joni, Marthe and Sarah for being reaaaaaaal pals tonight)


Captains Log
11:15
Tuesday 16 April

On the road again. London --> Manchester. Visiting le Grandparents.

OH hello

Captains Log

15:06

Thursday 17 April

Train home. Relaxing if not slightly uneventful visit. At the station I walked into the men's toilets by accident. Saw things I didn't want to. The barista at Costa corrected me on my pronunciation of soy. The day I say soya is the day I lose my love of the English language.

Blog thoughts: review of The Place Beyond the Pines and an insight into how I'm slowly but surely turning into my mother. Until next time

P.S. Don't be mistaken, I don't like nor do I watch Star Trek.

OH hello
(from Glasgow)