Changi Airport

Meet fuzzy London.  (My camera hates me!)

 

My amazing new room! Complete with TV :D

 I have twinkle lights IN MY ROOM!!!

Thornton chocolates wrapped on the edge of my bed...

I arrived in London 6:30AM. It was bitter cold and snow was everywhere. I could'nt wipe the massive smile off my face! I've always wanted to walk through snow (and when no-one is looking, slip a handful in to my mouth) My new home is stunning. White walls, glass tables, granite bench tops, vanilla scented candles...

Right now it is 3:45pm here, and already I have tagged along to Toddler Group, held some scrumtious babies, met a heap of posh young mommies, went to lunch with one of the mums and my new family, made a mini snow man, jumped in snow, touched snow, but haven't yet eaten snow.

My flights were lovely! I had three whole seats to myself on the way to Singapore and totally abused the privilage and spread out like an ape man. Heading over to London I had an episode...

I fell asleep and was this way for who knows how long when in my dream something warm touched my leg. I awoke suddenly to find the guy next to me... his leg touching mine. So naturally, I drew in my breath really quickly ( drawing in your breath quickly is like screaming, only instead of projecting, you inhale) my knees flew up, knocked my cup of icy water from its holder and spilt all over my pant leg. Not only did I walk out of the plane with a wet leg in to winter London...I think I may have scared my fellow passenger boy to the extent of him losing all self-esteem...