OK, so I’m sitting in my cube at the moment, on a nice sunny Thursday afternoon. It’s day 4 in America, I’m still not fully adjusted to the time (I keep waking up at 4am), so am having some coffee.
A recap of my trip so far:
Woke up early Monday morning to get to Heathrow on time for my flight (3 hours beforehand). On arriving I wasn’t convinced that the ‘quick bag drop’ was going to be quick, turning out to be the better part of an hour, at which point I joined the next queue.
It seems like…
Was greeted by a familiar “Jon?!” in Starbucks this morning.
It was none other than the Job, the American Engineer in Cambridge, who was a staple of second year life.
I was aware he was visiting the UK sometime around next weekend, but to have him one person back in Starbucks!
1) Someone will want to see your ticket/you need to put it in the machine to get out. Have it handy.
2) Do not put it in your handbag, it will take you ages to find.
I saw a sign on my way to work this morning, it read:
“6 for the price of 4,
The price acupuncture should be”
Well I managed to get my TV output looking like proper TV last night, w00t!
(I’m also posting this from the train on my mobile, double w00t!!)