One of the reasons I added London to my itinerary this time around was so that I could see my lovely friend V and meet sweet, five-month-old J. V lives in the suburbs of London in one of those adorable villages where everyone knows everyone and the twirly streets are filled with rows of quaint brick British homes. Since V’s village was only a 15 minute train ride from London I decided to forgo getting a car service (which no doubt would have cost several thousand dollars given the suckiness of the current exchange rate) and hoofed it to Kings Cross station.
When I called V to tell her what train I’d be on I must have said something about how I was feeling a bit Harry Potterish because she informed me that this was, in fact, the station from the movie and that there was, in fact, an actual platform 9 and 3/4. OMG OMG OMG, you would have thought that she had told me that there was a part of the station where they were giving away puppies who could bake cupcakes because I hung up on her in mid sentence and barreled my way through the crowd towards the sign that read “Platforms 9 – 11”.
The ride took no time and I was soon at V’s beautiful home making squidgy faces and cooing noises at J.
Who had zero interest in me.
Or my camera.
I finally resigned myself to the fact that a smile was not happening. So I settled for the next best thing…
After my humbling defeat V and I grabbed a spot of tea in a nearby village and had a proper catch up over a cuppa.
We then spent the rest of the day in V’s sunny back garden, chatting and having cuddles with J. Isn’t life just marvelous sometimes?
Enjoy the weekend you guys! Next stop, Edinburgh!
PS: One thing you should know about me. I don’t give up. Ever.
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