Choo Choo

Tomorrow I'm going back to the Netherlands for a few days. This means I'll have to spend 4 to 5 hours (if I'm lucky) looking at this and trying not to fall asleep lest someone steal all my personal belongings:

Jealous? You should be

I'm already dreading the smelly snacks the person sitting next to me will be eating. Their loud music. Their horizontally impressive physique. I'm practising my elbow tuck as we speak.

I still need to pack. I still need to clean. I'm tired. My stomach hurts. Wah wah wah. Maybe I'll finally invest in a nice rocking chair this year.

S'no more snow

So the snow fun sadly didn't end up lasting very long. It started melting the day after and there's not much evidence of it left other than the occasional gray patch of sludge. Luckily I went out to document it right away (I felt I owed it to my friend Clara who loves snow but had to miss out on account of her being Spain-ed), so here's is my - kind of late - obligatory London snow photo post!

Butt faced snowman calls you in

February 4th: London catches up to my hometown. Finally.