…or the weekend it ALL went wrong. Given my gut feeling that I should have skipped this trip in the first place no need to rub it in Universe. Really. I got it.
It all started with massive delays at Stansted due to the french striking. Killing Europe flight traffic. 4 hours delay with this view. And all the books i had downloaded were pretty suck-y.
Landed past midnight, was shipped out to the country house and managed 4 hours sleep before waking up to my phone going crazy.
Brexit. Nothing had prepared me for how heart broken it made me. It really did. Mum making fun of my view of coming back to a Dickens depressing grey London. She clearly didnt get it.
But the show must go on and I donned my flowery wreath (store bought. having tried the wreath binding previous years i know my limitations) and my white dress and plastered a smile on my face.
But, universe still had it in for me and my weekend and my smile almost died when I realised Maggie and Fredde was stuck in traffic down from Sthlm. Lunch was a weird affair with half the crew from normal years and all of us missing the lost ones.
Insstead of actually partaking in then frog dancing we watched.
and i took sad lonely selfies intstead of the standard ‘me and the girls by the midsummer pole’ pictures. And yes, I like to wallow in my sadness.
But. The weather was amazing, I had beers and I got to go on a boat. Life started to look up. When i got to buy everyone jägers with my useless pounds I was even happier.
Then Maggie came and all was right in the world again. We danced in the never ending sunset, had our much needed catch up and tried to drink Maggie en par with the rest of us.
Also ate corn and fillet by the BBQ and skipped the whole sitting down for dinner. Suited me. I could dance and eat at the same time. Can i adopt this for life in general?
Sending angry pictures to Sanna for not being there.
Around here i decided to go for a little nap and that was game over. Woke up with a lightly sprained ankle (how?) and a head ache (not so much how on that) so decided bed time. Had the luxury of sharing a bed with two drunk guys having bathed in complete green algae water.
A classic winning.
The day after woke to feel somewhat fresh so Maggie and me decided to enjoy the lovely weather on the pontoon by the water.
Good thinking except DONT EVER SUN BATHE WITH AN ARGENTINIAN.
Burn my ENTIRE body to a crips. Every last little bit. To the I should be wrapped in yoghurt point.
We took my achy breaky body and drove to my country house for dinner with the parents and a baby foal walk. But since universe and me were arch enemies for this weekend I had to go lay down with sun stroke. In Sweden. I rock.
Yesterday was almost problem free until we landed at Stansted and they couldnt find any steps (!!) for the plane. Come on. Ended up not making it to George until 1.30.
Being amazing he had snacks and some cooling balm ready for me. And about a 100 slow head shakes and little ‘ha, i really cant ever take you to Sydney’ snorts. Fair enough. I looked like a kid. Or the danish flag. Impressive white breasts skills.
Tonight last GoT episode. And more than 4 hours sleep. And Woolly times. And cuddles.