Revolutionary Rants

Chicken and I, having decided to stay in Paris for our honeymoon, have also come to the conclusion that it would be easier to go by Eurostar. For one thing, I got extremely nervous (for the first time in a long while, having flown much more since meeting Mr C) on our flights to and from Warsaw. This was not helped by a great big wobble (soon after Mr C told me “if we were going to crash we’d wobble out of control, not like it is in Lost“, of course) on the way down to Gatwick. And also because we like the Eurostar, it is much more relaxing than flying somehow. Perhaps because you are not running round trying to find gates at the last minute or worried about checking-in three days prior to your flight. We can arrive at Waterloo, be inspected, keep our bags by our sides, enjoy a Costa coffee and know that our seat is booked and waiting on board.

To this end we have booked our stay in London on the night after our “wedding night” (does that make sense?) at the very grand price of £13 each for a stay in central London. Smashing and thanks Mum (she found it)! Now we only have the Eurostar and Parisian hotel to worry about.

The Christmas bedlam is in full swing in town. I worked solidly on the till from 11:00 to 13:30 yesterday almost without looking up. Still, only tomorrow afternoon to work and then it is a long weekend with Mr Chicken and we are off to Bristol. As I have been working the last two days nothing remotely of interest has happened, so I will close for now and wrap Chicken’s last present…