March 18, 2013
On Monday, I felt worse than Sunday. I tried to pound the water (I fully believe that I can drink sicknesses out of me), but by the afternoon I wasn't doing any better and had a trans-Atlantic flight on Friday looming over me. I mustered up the courage to call some doctors (and was denied), but one was helpful enough to recommend a walk-in center that would take me as a foreigner. My reward was a decadent sundae - complete with apples and brown sugar.
March 19, 2013
I felt better on Tuesday, but not great. The gloomy weather matched my mood. Also, I still can't get used to the traffic patterns.
March 20, 2013
By Wednesday, I was feeling so much better. My nose was starting to clear a little bit, the infection was gone, and my throat was doing marginally better. None of that is interesting though. Dad called in the afternoon and said he was done with meetings and thought he'd skip out - would I like to go to Chatswoth? YES YES YES!
March 21, 2013
Dad and I were trying to eat out the fridge the entire week, so I took the last remaining Trex (it's like a Crisco) and made some cookies for Dad so that he could have a treat when he returns. It's apparent I've been sick - I had no appetite for cookie dough.
March 22, 2013
Dad and I flew back to the States on Friday. I'm working on my paparazzi skills.
March 23, 2013
I met up with Alex and Kate on Saturday for some homemade cinnamon pancakes, mimosas to celebrate, and a playdate with Chandler. Alex introduced Kate and I to Yo Gabba Gabba, on which there are celebrity appearances. In this case, it was Jimmy Eat World, singing and riding flying cats and dogs. We were dying.
March 24, 2013
Speaking of cats - being at Mum's house and suffering from time-zone induced narcolepsy meant I woke up to some close cat faces quite often. Here's Dinah, probably trying to steal my earrings, as she's a magpie.