Black tie party and a house with no carpets

My Mum and I had a lovely weekend in London. It didn't start very well though. As usual, whenever I go anywhere near a station things instantly go wrong with the trains. This time our train was cancelled and the bloke in the information office told us that we could only use our tickets on Midland Mainline trains and so we would have to wait an hour for the next one. By this time we had already been at the station for 45 minutes (my Mum was paranoid about missing the train!) Anyway, after a number of arguements with various different people they eventually addmitted that we were right, because the train had actually been cancelled rather than just being late we could use our tickets on other networks. So in the end we were only 10 minutes late...not to bad by my standards (usually nearer 10 hours!)

We met up with one of Mum's uni friends. They went off to explore London whilst I went out to St Albans to visit a house. Now the advert made this place sound lovely, brand new fitted kitchen, conservatory, wooden floorboards throughout, so what I actually saw turned out to be a bit of a suprise. The kitchen had been completely ripped out, but there was no sign of a nice new one. Wall paper had been pulled off the walls, with no sign of paint and rather than being nicely polished wooden floorboards they were just exposed ones (perfect for giving you splinters...could be rather painful if you ever sat on the floor!)

I went back into London and in the evening Mum, Tim and I went to another of their uni friend's 50th birthday party. It was a lovely evening. She must have loads of money as there was champaigne on tap all night. It was a bit wierd, especially as I seemed to be just about the only one under 50, but I did have a really good time.

On Sunday morning we tried to go on the London Eye. We had our suitcases with us and so were unable to. The man said that there wouldn't be enough space, but I think it was more a security issue than anything else. Instead we went for a walk along the Thames and into St Paul's Cathedral.

The train ride home was a lot less eventful, the train departed and arrived at the times it was supposed to! I got a phone call offering me the room...but have since replied and said no thank you. However, the friends of the people at Church placed an advert in the Church newsletter in St Albans saying that I was looking for accomodation and so now I have had a number of calls offering me rooms, so its looking good and I will be stating work on 25 October!