Well… I write to you from my homeland. From my cosy little bedroom with all that stuff I left behind all those weeks ago before beginning my journey to the land ofOranje! It’s all still here, in exactly the same place. However, there appears to be nice layer of dust that has nestled its way on top of most things!!! That maid service has obviously been slacking whilst I’ve been away…Tut tut mother!
So, this trip is as unexpected to me as it is to you. Spur of the moment decision and the need of some food that comes out of an actual OVEN (yes, I still have not got one in NL!) forced my hand to come home. But my goodness is it nice to be back!!!It’s been 3 months almost to the day since I left these shores and I suppose I was feeling a bitabroad bored, so I took the hit of some overpriced Ryanair tickets and set sail,LONDON bound.And there is nothing that says welcome home more than a lovelycockney accent which greeted me at passport control. Just loved it and had to laugh out loud! It’s been too long! As much as I love this ''International style variation of English'', a nice cockney was in order. (Don't make your own jokes up there..) Followed by a “Rosy Lee” (Cop of Tea), a walk up the “Apples and Pears” (stairs) and chat on the “Dog and Bone” (Phone), my homecoming was complete.
But more interesting than all that soppy stuff is what ACTUALLY happened on my flight… Probably a world first. I had already taken my seat next to the window and about to fall asleep. (NOTE: this is after a nice 10min bike ride to the train station, laden with suitcase at 5.30AM! Followed by an hour train journey and a 20 minute bus ride. I was tired!) Anyhows, this girl/young lady sat on the aisle seat, cleverly leaving the middle seat free between us (or she preferred to sit far away from me? Can’t imagine that’s true though..). The plane filled up quickly and some rather too awake Dutch youths boarded.
Most found seats apart from one lass who in the most polite Dutch ever asked if she could, ‘possibly, maybe, just sit there?’ pointing to the seat in between me and the aisle girl. The reply was short and sharp from this said girl: “Nee”. Or a big FAT NO to you and me. No? Sorry?! Had I misheard that and simply imagined that in my sleepy state? No, she really did say no and then carry on as if that was normal! As you can imagine, that didn’t go down too well and a few heated words were exchanged with the end result being that the still-standing Dutch youth simply said she’d “rather sit in the toilet...!” Now, that is a claim and a half! She didn’t. Which is a shame as that would have made this tale perfect! Needless to say, nobody else tried to sit in that seat…
In Eindhoven airport itself, I was accused of being a terrorist, plotting to do some serious damage with my jar of Dutch chocolate spread. Ohhhh, dangerous…
It was removed from my luggage with the added comment that it could be used as some sort of fuel. I’d really like to see him try get that jet off the ground with a 400g jar of Speculoos. Come on people. KEEP IT REAL! If i wanted to do some real damage (which I didn't, just to clear that up :) ), I wouldn't walk into an airport with a jar of CHOCOLATE SPREAD in my bag, which i then subsequently let you search through in order to find it! (The offending article is on the left, so if you see anyone with it: please call the police immediately...)
So I’m home and staying here for a week! I’ll be revisiting the city of steel and there may be an update about that later. Maybe. My Blogging frequency seems to be slipping… I don’t know why exactly, it’s not like I’m rushed off my feet. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember where my feet have been…? Hmmm….
Till next time. But in the meantime change your Facebook status now to tell the whole world something mundane and utterly useless. Oh, you’ve already done that… ;)
James
xXx
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