I’m back in England for the third time now and it’s only been five months since my first trip.
It’s strange musing upon how life had taken a surprise drastic turn five months back and now I’m treading a completely unexpected path with a completely unexpected significant other.
Fate sometimes does the right thing by you, just when you think all is lost.
It was a cold and rainy day when I arrived last Saturday morning, even though it’s summer now, so we spent the whole day indoors, catching up with each other.
But we went out the next day because Piers couldn’t wait to show me Olive, who was at his parents’ house.
We’ve decided to name his TVR Tuscan Olive because she reflects different colours depending on lighting conditions. Sometimes she’s black, sometimes green, sometimes purple, all the colours of olives.
And also because we both love eating olives.
You can see me in the reflection!
She does look a bit nicer in real life than in photos.
Anyway, I only brought light summer clothes with me this time, since it’s summer. But it seems like I’ve been cheated again.
The last time I came in May, I also only brought summer clothes because it was warm and nice the two weeks leading up to my arrival.
But the moment I arrived, it turned cold again. Luckily, I had left a few warm things in England.
This time was the same! The temperature had been in the mid to late 20s for the last two weeks but the very day I arrived was the day it dipped to 17 and that’s going to last for at least a week.
It was the same case in February when I first came. Shit weather when I arrived, ending a spell of relatively good weather for winter.
AND, the last two trips, the weather immediately turned better after I left.
I think I’m a weather jinx.
Piers says it rains more when I’m here because England is crying with happiness at my presence.
I wore this on Sunday and it was quite okay except when the wind blew.
The temperature is around 15°C to 19°C in the day this week, which is like a cold aircon room. But when the wind blows, it becomes like 10°C and I want to die.
We went to Swan Lake to feed the swans after picking up Olive but the wind was blowing something strong so I was hiding in Olive most of the time while I watched Piers feed the seagulls.
He prefers feeding the seagulls because he’s impressed with their beak-eye coordination. He throws a pinch of bread up in the air and they almost always catch it mid-air.
But I did feed the swans before I had to give the rest of the bread to Piers and run off to hide in Olive.
We fed the birds a whole fresh multi-grain baguette this time because it had come with my tomato soup at lunch and I didn’t feel like eating it because the grains hurt my teeth.
Yeah, I think I can look forward to having hurty teeth periodically till I’m all done with my Invisalign treatment.
By the way, on a separate note, don’t believe in those chicken-crossing-the-road jokes. They don’t cross roads all that much. The only fowls that cross roads are ducks and geese.
Have you ever seen a chicken cross a road?
There you go.
When I arrived in England on Saturday, the first thing Piers showed me was an episode of Top Gear where host Jeremy Clarkson was test-driving a featured car and almost ran over a family of ducks crossing the road.
It was very cute, a mother duck with six or so little ducklings following her in a line, crossing the road in a rather relaxed manner.
He stepped on the brakes and swerved just in time to avoid them, startling them a little. But ducks are very resilient. They got over their scare in just a second and continued waddling calmly to the other side.
I wonder why duck families always only have one mother and her kids. Where’s the father? Is it an animal’s destiny to grow up without a father?
I didn’t get to see a mummy duck and her baby ducks cross the road (I hope I do one day) but I did see a gaggle of geese cross the road at Poole Park, where we were feeding the swans.
Traffic had to stop for them because they were taking their own sweet time and some of them even broke rank to explore the road instead of cross it.
No babies, though. So disappointing.
Anyway, I might be here for three months this time if there are no pressing commitments I need to be back in Singapore for before then.
Will have more to blog about soon because I’m planning to do a lot of fun things here!