Note to self, don't sit in the quiet study area when you have a runny nose.

Starting the year off with a cold is not something I recommend, especially if its the first week back to uni, because personally, in that week, I cram all the work I should have done in the holidays! I know, I know, it's not good, but in the holidays, somehow, the time quite literally flies away! One day it's the first day, and then bam! It's all finished.

I did have a good break tho, well, the week I was away was amazing! Got to see family and the fireworks for new year! With a pretty impressive view :-) ....in the picture, excuse the tall man that was standing in front of us....

The rest of the time I was either thinking about going to London and how great it would be, or wishing I was back there and how much fun I had! So yep, to sum it all up, it was great. But I didn't do the work I should have! So this is the week where I cram, mega style. I don't think it's incredibly healthy, but never mind.

So London! I visited family, walked around central London and Oxford street, and this time after the fireworks finished, it only took us two hours to get home! Last year it took us four hours! FOUR hours! We walked loads that day, and I clearly remember towards the end, we sat at a bus stop, waiting for the bus, and one pulled up, but it was full. Not sure why it stopped, but it did. We were very clearly told that there was no room on that bus, and we would have to wait for another one. Right, we all sat back down on the bench, waiting for the next one. "Who's back for next year then?" My cousin asked, there were five of us altogether, (add two adults). Three said 'not me', and one said 'maybe, it depends'. I said 'yes!' We walked loads and we saw loads! What's bad about that? Instead, got four weird looks! And then the bus came, finally!

But this year, only one person from last year was missing, and again, at the bus stop, we reminisced about last year, and how most of us vowed we'd never do this again! But there we were, waiting for the bus! Weird huh!

We spent time with lovely people, and we knew what we were doing this time, what route to take, it's safe to say we were a tiny bit more prepared than last year! (Serious lack of planning last year, but good spontaneous decisions were made, I have to say).

And here I am, thinking of London and the fun I had instead of doing the long awaited and much needed uni revision and work. Back to it I guess!

Final note to self, when you run out of tissues, it's probably a wise time to leave.

My view of the London Eye!

I went on a shopping trip with an uncle and family - so my aunt was driving along happily, telling us about their recent holiday to Florida. She loved it as much as her children did, you could tell by the way she talked about it, the emotion that went into telling her stories, followed by laughter as she reminisced.

There were three of us at the back, sitting and listening, having stuffed travel sweets into our mouths, happily sucking away at the orange and carrot flavoured candy. "We rented a car," my aunt tells me, "and drove to most of the places, it was beautiful. The people were friendly, and the swimming poo...."

"STOP!!" My cousin next to me suddenly shouted.

Woah, now that was unexpected! It made us all jump, and for an 8 year old that rarely spoke, he was loud!

"What's up?" I asked him, but he is too busy shouting.

"Stop! Stop the car! Mum, pull over!"

I could see my aunt clutching the steering wheel with both hands, breathing in and out, and my uncle had just turned around to look at us all.

"What's wrong?" we all asked at the same time as my aunt pulled over to the side of the road.

He started to sniffle, "my tooth has come out," he told us, holding it up for everyone to see.

"Again?!" His brother sitting next to him asked, "that's the third one in two months. Man, it's all them sweets, you ain't gonna have any teeth left over at this rate."

"Ummm," he started to whimper, "It's come out, mum!"

My aunt had stopped the car, and she and my uncle were both looking at us, there we were, their two sons and me, sitting in the back of the car and we had just pulled over because of a tooth.

My aunt looked at me and said, "the first came out in the airport, the second is buried in the middle of Florida somewhere and now, the third," she shook her head and sighed, turning to her youngest, "shall we just throw it out of the window?"

"Ok" he said, looking at the tooth in his hand.

"Right my love," she said as she pulled out into the main road, "open your window and drop it quickly when you think it's time."

About a minute later, we passed a park, and then we heard his little voice whisper "rest in peace, tooth."
And we all burst out laughing, it was sad, but we couldn't help it!

Don't you just wish there was a delete button in life, like the one on Facebook? It would be amazing, you could delete those moments which you wish never happened, like the awkward moment when you say what you're thinking out loud.....whoops....

So the mobile has been passed to me, and it's my turn to admire the lovely couple, but I can't help but notice the clothes. Now, don't get me wrong, everyone is allowed to like different things, but seriously, this couple have lost the plot! Her dress is amazing, you know, typical white, beads, delicate and all that, but the groom! It looks like he is wearing her dress. His shirt is made out of, what looks like to me, the same material as the wedding dress. He looks like he is wearing a suit made out of her wedding dress. That is just FREAKY. He is sparkling!!! And so I open my big gob "what is he wearing?!" 

....and that's the part where everyone, EVERYONE, stops their yapping and stare at me. I can feel their gazes sinking into me, burning through my brain, their sharp intake of breath as they hear what I just said. My eyes go wide as I try to think what I should do, it seems like forever, but they just keep looking at me! So I laugh, say "Oh, it's lovely!" in a really happy, jolly way, like absolutely nothing has happened, and I quickly pass  the phone on to the next person. 

Whoops indeed! Could seriously have done with a delet button there!