On Sunday night last week, Jodie and I went to a Van Gogh exhibition - the only photo I was allowed to take is shown, and that’s about as far as we go with that because I think I described this already in a previous post. I can’t access it because I’m sitting in the lounge at home, and it takes about an hour to load each page. I just don’t have the patience!
Tom’s sister came to visit us this week, and we took her out to La Tasca on Monday night. We decided to order a pitcher of Sangria, which was sooo yummy. Apparently, the amount of food consumed hadn’t been enough to soak up the alcohol and some of us became rather giggly.
On Tuesday morning I had my last SCR breakfast with John, then got mocked on a walk round Hyde Park in which Toby tried to teach me how to throw a gyroscopic thing, and also learned that the weather is never too cold for ice-cream.
Last week, following a conversation with my riding friend Giuseppe, I decided I was going to try polo. This was possibly the most hilarious thing I have done all year. The pony they put me on was an old nag, and after a short lesson in how to hold a 2 metre long pole, I was let lose on some red inflatable balls and told to do my worst. Well, my worst was, in all honest, pretty bad. I think I hit about two balls, and Carlotta shouting “That was REALLY GOOD!” at me made me burst into hysterical laughter. I think they all think I’m a bit crazy, because I kept trying to hit the ball, then missing (and hitting the pooor pony in the head in the process) and bursting into laughter. It was good. I might go again sometime.
Wednesday found me incredibly stiff from all the bending down and trying to hit the ball, which didn’t really help when I woke up and tried to pack. I made my bags extremely heavy using all of my lecture notes, and struggled to carry them. We met the horsey people in the Union, and headed off to Trent Park for an Easter Egg hunt. This was really cool, we went hacking in the woods and found easter eggs!! I tried to offload some of the chocolate on Beppe, but he wouldn’t take it, so Tom found himself eating Mini Eggs later in Waterloo while we were waiting for my train.
On the train home, Ashton found himself with a free upgrade to first class, thanks to my resourcefulness, and promptly fell asleep while I did some revision. Our gran picked us up and we stayed the night with her, then headed off to a farm this morning after Ross came into the house secretly as part of a birthday surprise. All of her friends met us at Riverford Farm Kitchen for a surprise party. It was incredibly successful.
I am now sitting in the lounge, by a hot fire, two dogs at my feet, with birthday chocolate and for once, plenty of rest behind me after a sneaky afternoon nap. Deja vu if you read my Christmas blog, but hey. It’s really good to be home.