A brief note to start the week: I got into London at a decent time last night -- thank you, United for arriving 35 minutes ahead of schedule, and all went well until...I got to the flat.
First, no one answered the buzzer at the front door. I tried not to take this as an ominous sign. I ended up calling the flat (and, again, thanks Verizon for actually working in London) & having M say "we didn't know you were there." Right.
After the usual greetings among old friends, I was told that I was to sit "over there" because, yes, of course, in the two weeks without me, they had designated seats! And one of them, who will remain nameless here so I don't die in the middle of the night, actually indicated that this seat was his/hers because "it has the right angle to the TV, there's the correct air flow" -- you know, dear Reader, the whole Sheldon speech from Big Bang Theory.
Having disrupted the seating chart, I finally noticed what was on TV. Keeping up with the Kardashians. !!! Really?!!?!
Finally, to end the evening, since we are sharing a bathroom, there was a discussion of bathroom schedule. Yes, a la Sheldon and visitors to the apartment in BBT. I got second shift.
Maybe as humorous as all this were the quirks of the flat. Let's just stick with the shared bathroom: there's no cold water in the shower, the diverter for the shower doesn't work, and the sink "sometimes stinks...it's not me." In England, this is known as charm.
We may need a roommate agreement.
We have a fun day planned. More later.
Good to know that Sheldon gets his/ her way in London! Awaiting next installment with anticipation. :)
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