London... I'm Cheating on you!

Not long until I’m back in Aus and i cannot freaking wait! It has been so cold and miserable here the last couple of weeks but I haven’t let it get to me except for this week! I’m dying to come home and looking forward to my cousins wedding, although its bittersweet as I wont be seeing Nonna or Pa… but that’s something I don’t think I will ever get used to. Next week it will be a year since we lost Pa. I thought the old bugger would always be here.

The other day the most ridiculously funny thing happened. I was expecting my mate Melissa (the Qatarian princess) to pick me up from mine enroute to brunch so when I got a knock at the door I just assumed it was her. I answered the door swiftly, as though I was waiting right behind it, (which I may have been) and excitedly said Hi to two strangers with Jesus pamphlets. Me, noticing this goes ‘Hi, (you’re not Melissa in my head), have you come to talk about Jesus’ and these two shocked ladies go “people aren’t usually that happy to see us.” And I said, (straight out of a scene from Blackbooks) “I love Jesus, its fine, but I’m catholic and no I’m not swapping religion.” The lovely ladies gave me a Jesus bookmark, and a pamphlet about Jehovah if ever I changed my mind.

Bipolar. Usually I’m all about :London I love the fact my cycle every day takes me past some great landmarks, Harrods, Hyde Park, Piccadilly Circus, Prince Albert Hall and the Natural History museum. I love the fact that there is so much history. But this last week, ive just wanted to leave. Everything has been pissing me off- the cold, the horse shit everywhere in Hyde Park and on the road- seriously, why don’t they have to clean it up?  It is literally work and sleep, it is just literally taking over and there isn’t any Simone time to balance it out. That, coupled with the fact that I’ve been sick hasn’t helped. In all honesty I have been on and off sick since October. Grrrrr or Brrrr should I say!

Then this euphoria yesterday morning- I left the house with two sets of thermals, jumped on my bike looked at my snapchat weather gauge and it said -2 degrees then I looked up at the sky, wow, it was so glorious- all heavy pink and blue swirls and the sun was beaming. It was like the sky decided to be the most beautiful canvas I had ever seen! It was about half past 7, maybe a touch earlier and it was literally the most glorious thing I had ever seen. In fact it was later on when I was cruising up towards Green Park when I had a bus fair up my backside and there was a foot deep pot hole I struggled to avoid in front, i was slightly wobbly and my heart went through my chest. But I stayed upright. I rocked up to work after spending the weekend anxious about all the work I had to do, and I was instantly in a good mood. I walked in to the work kitchen, and I said 'wow (Lydia RHOM accent) what a glorious morning'. And everyone just looked at me wondering what drugs I was on. Its all good folks, I think the pinky sky was Nonna. She is like my own perfect miracle watching out for me.

This morning was also a break from the norm, waking up after a nice long warm sleep in my flannelette sheets (having spent the last £19 in my account last week on sheets and surviving a week until pay day on £3.78) and opening my skylight to snow! What a glorious surprise. Last night just as I was going to bed I was hoping for the icon. I have been rather snow grinchy, however I did want to see it, I just didn't want it to disrupt me… or the tube! You see in London it is far from ground hog day. It doesn't take much for the love affair to re-establish, (however I should probably post this prior to the precarious ride in!!) Two more work days and two more  sleeps! I bet when I’m on the plane I’ll be singing in my head the whole way ‘I still call Australia home’. It would also be nice if someone who is watching over me could get me an upgrade… I’ll put it towards the miracles for saint hood. And if anyone is free circa 10pm on Friday night- this sister needs a pick up (I know in your head you are saying ‘just get an uber’  haha.) Peace out and see you soon Australia, I cannot wait to give Granny a hug, see my drunk sisters bung eye, sleep nude again and have salty salty water hair and shower in the ocean!