Journal – October 5-6

Journal - October 5-6



The Long Wait

It’s taken me 18 days to finish listening to Harry Potter book 1. I tend to have to rewind a lot because my mind often drifts away. It’s like I have audial ADHD.

I’d been dying to watch the movie but wanted to finish the book first and now I have! As I sat deciding whether to get the movie on iTunes or Prime, I noticed that iTunes has it on 4K, which reminded me that Piers just bought a 4K TV but it won’t arrive until Tuesday! That’s 4 more whole days I’d have to wait if I want to watch it on 4K! Sigh.

Mad Weather

I love the weather in England! One day I’m wearing 3 layers to bed and the next day Piers is sunburnt!

Dark Quest/Gratitude

I’m grateful for chocolate! I’m still bummed about having to give up milk chocolate but I’m learning to like dark chocolate.

I have a new mission! I’m going to try all the different brands to find the best! It has to be at least 70% cocoa, which I think is tastier, anyway. How fun it will be!

Fake is better because real dies

How can you tell when winter is over and spring officially starts in England?

I’ll tell you how. It turns bloody cold. The sun goes to sleep. You might even see pretty little snowflakes drifting in the air before a hail shower starts pouring down. (Although that depends which part of England you live in. This time last year, severe weather warnings were issued for snow storms in northwest England.)

And you break out the winter clothing you’d already packed away weeks ago.


Sheylara is cold


And the daffodils that sprang up in the final weeks of winter start to die.


Dead daffodils


Don’t you love it when seasons do as they’re advertised?

In other news, things are moving forward. Piers finally agreed that we’d done enough work on the flat. It’s time to sell it so we can buy our new home!

Yesterday, he made appointments with four estate agents to come and value the flat. Then he came home after work and decided to rip up part of the toilet flooring (I really don’t know what he was doing; I was busy cooking dinner) as well as paint the toilet cistern.

I don’t know if its just him, or are all Englishmen crazy like that?


Silly Piers


Anyway, our flat’s looking good now. The agents said on the phone that our area is in high demand so it shouldn’t take too long to move. Yay!

You might remember me mentioning that Piers and I are rubbish at keeping plants and flowers alive. We bought this decorative plant about a month ago:


Decorative plant


It didn’t fare very well under our care.


Dead plant


In the end, I decided to just buy fake plants. They look good enough and I never have to water them and they never get all slimy and disgusting or dry and flaky. IS THAT NOT JUST AWESOME?!


You never need to water me!


I will never get all slimy and mouldy!


I will never die!


My lovelies! I have a weakness for white flowers. They make me feel calm and happy. I love them so much I want to hug them to sleep! But that would be rather uncomfortable.

Okay, that’s enough blogging. I want to get back to my games! Yeah, as if I haven’t got enough things to do with my life, I’ve bought South Park: The Stick of Truth (PC) and The Bard’s Tale (iPad). Oh dear.

Planning a road trip; not staying in a haunted castle

Just a quick one today to say that I’m off on a six-day road trip around Wales, so I might not get to blog much (or any at all) while I’m away.

I’ve been going crazy the last week or so trying to get everything sorted out (routes, accommodations, shopping for supplies… and spring cleaning, so that we can come home to a clean apartment).


Travel supplies


Also, I’ve been looking for sunglasses because I’m not sure where my current pair is. I don’t feel motivated to look for it since I don’t really like it. (It’s probably sitting in a forgotten drawer somewhere.)

The problem is that it’s extremely, nearly impossibly difficult for me to find sunglasses that look nice on me because I think I have a stupidly-shaped face and all sunglasses make me look even more stupid. So I always feel like I have to hunt for better ones whenever I’m planning a holiday.

I nearly bought an £80 pair of Calvin Klein shades yesterday but luckily I didn’t.

Because, today, I found a much nicer pair in New Look for just £5. It was kind of serendipitous; I was just about to go get the Calvin Kleins when I impulsively decided to quickly pop into New Look to look for sun hats.

I didn’t find sun hats but I found this pair of sunglasses.




Which I bought without any consideration. Since it’s pink and it’s £5 (Actually £4.99.)

Not that it’s going to do very much good since the weather has been forecast as being quite gloomy and rainy for the next week or so, starting tomorrow. Perfect. You can always count on the English weather to be perfect for whatever you’ve planned to do.

Still, you can also always count on the Meteorological Office to be quite accurate, so there’s hope yet.


Despite the promise of perfect English weather, I’m really quite excited about this trip because this is the first time I’ve been arsed to actually plan a trip. (Read about how Piers and I never plan our trips, just leaving everything to fate.)

I don’t know what came over me this time. Maybe it’s some kind of delayed growing up thing. I’ve always lived and acted by impulse, so it’s a gamble to see if my impulses turn out to be sensible.

As it turned out, my impulse this time was to make a very detailed itinerary with the help of Google search (to look for attractions) and Google maps (to plot a route).




I’ve also made bookings for five different Bed and Breakfasts, chosen around the spots that we want to visit.

There’s a castle along our route where you can book a room to stay in. I was really excited, thinking I could sleep in a real castle. It costs only £85 or £95 a night for a minimum of two nights. (Our other B&Bs cost between £60 and £80.)

Then I went on TripAdvisor to look it up and found out that the castle has a reputation for being one of the most haunted houses in Wales. So, no thanks. I don’t like ghosts, whether they’re real or not.

In case you’re interested, it’s called Gwydir Castle and the website is here. And if you want to read about the ghosts, here’s the Google search page.


Gwydir Castle


I always do this, don’t I? I always say I’m going to do a quick blog and then I end up going on and on and on and on like a Duracell bunny.

So, I’m going to make myself stop now. Still more chores to do tonight, get dinner, watch The Apprentice UK, start packing, try and sleep early so we can have an early start tomorrow morning. And it’s already 9 pm now.

To my Singapore readers: I’m really sorry that you’re going through all that crazy haze at the moment. It sounds really awful with PSI readings going into hazardous levels. I read that, while the 3-hour index shows a highest recording of 321, people have drawn graphs and made calculations to show that, at the highest point, it went up to 453 at 9 pm on Wednesday. That is pretty scary.

I hope it gets better soon and all of you stay sane and healthy!

Jinxing the weather in England

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.


Poole Park


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.


Poole Park


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?


Why did the chicken cross the 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.


Duck Crossing sign


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.


Geese crossing in Poole Park


Geese crossing in Poole Park


Geese crossing in Poole Park


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!

Weather permitting.