D - Day. I am off!

My family.

Just about to unplug my computer and head for the airport. I am scared my bags are overweight and I am going to get charged excess baggage. I only have an hour and half at LAX to get my bags and make my connecting flight... so I am slightly nervous about the next 14 hours. 11.5 to LA and 2hrs to Redding, California where my Aunt Cathy will collect me at 10pm. I will be well and truly ready to fall into bed by that point!

Last night I had a lovely pub meal with my family. By 9:30pm I was falling asleep at the table. Everyone was on good form and it was nice to have one last chilled meal together.

I am feeling tired, quiet and a tad anxious. If I make the connecting flight and don't get charged for excess baggage at either end I will be so happy!!

Dinner at The Diner

Last night was a meal at The Diner with close University friends for a farewell dinner. It was amazing to see my friends in one room as came from Stockholm. They are all doing very well for themselves in their careers and I am proud to have such creative people in my life that I am still in touch with. 1 x interior architect, 2 x fashion designers, 1 x interior designer and 1 x assistant fashion designer - they are UBER!

The evening comprised of American style food and lots of laughter at my expense. One joke had me in such hysterics I fell of my seat! (I was told I look like Jim Carry in Dumb and Dumber with my laugh and dodgy centre parting that my fringe was doing that day) Lots of cringe worthy tales were shared around the table about my antics at Uni affectionately called 'Best Roxy Memory.' Some that are too horrific to share on this blog. I was given very thoughtful cards with equally thoughtful words inside which was very touching.

A low point today was on the 327 bus to Fulham where I watched an elderly lady get knocked off her bike by a car. Everyone stopped to help her as she laid helplessly on the ground in the road. Everyone on the bus however ran to the windows in interest asking one another 'did you see what happened?!' The bus driver stopped and ensured 999 was called; as he pulled away this poor woman was trying to lift her head off the pavement as blood dripped from her head. This is why I never wanted or tried cycling in central London. I also feel that London is an unforgiving city for the elderly.

Off now for my last evening in London with my family at The Windsor Castle pub in Notting Hill- feeling tired and emotional.

Music I am currently listening to: the silence of my empty flat!