Dear Diary,
I have got some serious time to kill here. I'm on the south side of the river and my next engagement isn't for 2 hours. It's my second to last day in london but the fiona is gone so it's just not the same. I also was looking at my ticket home, and failed to notice when i purchased it that i have a 9 hour layover in JFK. what a lame way to end such an excellent holiday. sleeping in an airport. (PS, saying "holiday" instead of "vacation" totally comes naturally now that I've been here for a week) hopefully i can find a nice padded bench without armrests. otherwise. what a nightmare.
Using an english keyboard means I get this awesome character at my fingertips ££££££. thats the symbol for pounds, for all you silly americans who are not well versed in such things. I probably won't see this on a keyboard for a while so i should really take advantage of it £££££££££££. btw, how do chinese people type their characters? i've always wondered that.
I have some sort of innate internal compass when it comes to taking the buses here. Today I was wandering around, looking for buckingham palace, and i got on a random bus, and bam there it was. so i got off the bus. if only i could make this work when i'm on foot. I am a disaster on foot.
You know what is complete crap about this town? everyday i see a million bentleys and rolls royces, but have i ever seen a woman driving one? NO. and it's not like people are getting chauffered either. It'll just be a man alone in this supercar. what's the deal here? the wife gets the smart car while the man enjoys the lap of luxury? women like driving nice cars too. Sure, marrying a man with a bentley would be nice, but marrying a man who would let you drive his bentley would be priceless.
Still trying not to get hit by buses.
Love,
Diana