so. the countdown is on. we're at two more sleeps until we touch down in the ol' country. i'm more or less terrified... pretty psyched for tim hortons though, to be perfectly honest.
oh, and i just discovered the postcards from amsterdam that i lost and never sent, so i'll probably beat them home.... yeah. i suck. but it's the thought that counts, right? haha.
there's also the little matter of trying to haul all my shit home. i don't think you really understand how much crap one person can accumulate in one year. it's rather remarkable.
oh, and highlight of the week. replacement bus from harrow-on-the-hill to ricky. coming out of the car park. stopped halfway over the speed bump. back wheels suck. hysterical laughter from a full bus. 10 minutes of futile attempts. finally makes it over with an old heave ho from the passengers rocking back and forth in their seats.
god bless british public transit.
like no other.