Hypothetically speaking...

If I were stranded on a desert island, the three things I would want with me would be a ton of water, a speedboat, and enough fuel to power the speedboat home. 

Seriously, why does nobody else say that? 

No title is good enough to describe what I saw today...

Ok, England.

First, you give me the TARDIS.

Then you give me the butterfly house.

And now you give me Diagon Alley, 4 Privet Drive and Hogwarts.

Yes, London Zoo, I will try Butterfly Paradise for some fluttery fun

Would you believe that a butterfly allowed me to get close enough to take this?

Yes, that's right folks, I am The Butterfly Whisperer.

Just call me Amy Pond and I can die happy

This day shall be recorded in history as the day of all days. I can now say that I have no more objectives to achieve here in London, nor my life. The pinnacle has been reached, and it can only be downhill from here.

Because today this happened...

YES. I met the TARDIS.

 And it was awesome. 

They should ban me from attending public events

Me at the changing of the guards yesterday...

"I don't think the guards are going to change at all.  I think they're just having a chat, and then they're gonna go back inside...

Guard 1 - Do you know, I don't feel like changing guards today.

Guard 2 - Oh, really? 

Guard 1 - No, I can't be bothered with it, really. Much better to be inside enjoying a nice cup of tea.

Guard 2 - But wouldn't that mean that you got all dressed up for nothing? Look, you're in your lovely red uniform and everything.

Guard 1 - Well, yes. But it was worth it to be able to have a lovely catch-up with you, old chap.

Guard 2 - Oh, well, that's lovely.

(long pause)

Huzzah! I did not leave my underwear in my Kong Hong house

Hong Kong, I have been and gone, but not without leaving a part of myself behind. 

My soul, not my underwear. 

It was a short but sweet trip, filled with walking, culture and confusion over money. Darn pretty flower-shaped money, but seeing $3000 price tags does fill you with panic until the logical part of your brain converts it to $AUD. 

Clever brain. Here, have a cup of tea as a reward.

It was a graveyard smash...

monster mash

Oh 4am, don't go breakin' my heart...

Dear 4am,

We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.

As of this month, we’ve been working together for 2 years, and I thought we’d be getting along by now. I mean, there’s always a transition phase, and at first I loathed you with every fibre of my being. I know, I know, that’s a pretty harsh statement, but it’s one that I make knowing that you felt the same way.

Remember those times where you would attempt to force my eyelids to shut, even though there was still the rest of the shift and a drive home to get through? And how, for months on end, you insisted I endure those waves of nausea and sore stomachs?

Ah, memories.

Nothing Cutesy's going on the road! (If going on the road involves flying on a plane...)

 

Yes, you read right! Hold on to your knickers, cos Nothing Cutesy’s going on the road for the very first time!

If my body is a temple it’s a jumping castle full of marshmallows and caffeinated beverages

Ok, you caught me. I know that I can’t run, or hide, or even lie. You’ve seen through my act, and figured out my secret. So I’m just gonna come clean.

I have had too much caffeine.

*sob*

I thought I could handle it. I thought one more coffee would be ok. And, so help me, I thought it’d get me through the afternoon and make a long shift just that tiny bit more bearable.

It started with one cup of English Breakfast tea. Such an innocent drink. So warm and delicious, and like a hug for your tummy. I mean, it’s all British and respectable and full of wholesome goodness, right? Ok, so I’m not sure of the nutritional value of English Breakfast tea, but darn it tastes good.