Home coming

Bonjour mes amis,

That is the extent of all the french I know.

I now some more. But it is really pitiful considering that I took French for GCSE.

Ah well, C'est la vie.


I came back home today.


I lost my card on Monday. I am an idiot. I left it in the card machine in Tesco and I couldn't go back because I realised the next day before my lecture.

I realised midway through my lecture that I needed to have my card to print off my tickets. I went to Leamington Station anyway - hoped that they would let me get my ticket anyway. However, apparently, I couldn't use my ticket. I was so annoyed.


The man was like I could buy another ticket for twenty pounds - money I didn't have. I only had a tenner! I was so annoyed and gutted. I just had to get home!

So I approached a stranger and asked for ten pounds and told her I'd give it back to her through online banking straight away but she was like no, it's fine.

I got on a train two minutes later.






On the train, I sat opposite a lady who was sleeping. I smiled at her and then avoided looking at her. I then brought out my work and did that for a while.

At High Wycombe, I asked her where the train was terminating seeing as I had no idea. And She said, London Marylebone and I said thank you.

Then we started to talk and didn't stop for the whole journey.

She asked what degree I did and when I said Psychology, she told me she was a mental health advocate and she told me about her job and how to get work experience. We talked about her daughter who wants to go London for uni next year and she told me about how she was going to the theatre for the evening with her boyfriend and she said she had only one child and that she was 43 and I told her she didn't look it.


And then at three, I arrived, back in Wembley. :)

Au revoir.