Why we do not assume

Or how I got called the slightly less polite version of a hussy.

I was on a plane flying back to Romania a few days back. Now, this was a connecting flight from Birmingham to Amsterdam(off topic but Amsterdam Schiphol Airport? Awesome! They have a freaking museum there). I was sat in my usual window seat when this older couple sits next to me. Now for the record, I was wearing short shorts. However, I had black tights and I’m not exactly one known to wear skimpy outfits anyway. But yes, they sit next to me.

And for the entire 55 minute flight, the woman commented on the length of my shorts and how I was obviously only wearing them to attract attention. And I was a hussy, streetwalker and a few other names because of the length of my shorts. 55 minutes of that. Now I was seriously tempted to offer her a book, since clearly she was very bored if she had nothing better to talk about. Never mind that I was freaking comfortable and I had a stained hoodie on(what can I say, coffee is not my greatest friend). No. I was trying to pick up men and make them look at me and stuff. It was awesome.

Oh, did I mention this entire monologue mostly(since her husband would just nod) was in Romanian? Which she assumed I don’t speak, since she talked to me in English when I helped her with her bag and the overhead bin?

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why we do not assume. This and because at the end of the flight, the person you’ve been bitching about might just turn around and thank you politely in Romanian when you help her with her bag(unintentionally, I swear, but oh, so satisfying. The Romanian bit was unintentional, not the thanking them). Kodak moment, party of 3. 

Part 2 of best day ever :)

I promised a few days ago a post with all the lovely vintage-y ads and signs from the afternoon spent on the steam train.

Windows. 

Don't forget to label your luggage. 

Be sure to go by train.

It will ease the strain.

Don't forget to visit London in coronation year!

And have your cup of Lyon's tea.

Best day ever :)

This weekend, I went on a steam train ride from Loughborough to Leicester. It was possibly the greatest thing ever. Had lunch, wine, coffee, chocolate. Did I mention it was awesome? Made that point clear enough? Because it was. And pictures! (There will be another post tomorrow with just the signs and vintage ads).

The platform, train, people.

 

The table.

First class. 

The windows were a mess. 

But the lake was beautiful. (This was the view while we were having lunch.)

Water tower.

Various tools. 

Made me think of Hemingway.

 

The ceiling of the station. 

My favourite picture of the day, taken in the waiting room.

Signs

How I feel today:

And just because I saw this on my way home from uni today and I like the picture:

Picture day

Exams are finally done.

I'm exhausted.

I'm double billing the pictures today because I missed last week of posting.

I may have missed last week of life.

What's a life?

I love Leicester's randomness.

It's been bleak and winter-y here for the past few weeks/months.

This picture makes me happy.

Snow

I'm not a brilliant photographer. Hell, I'm not a brilliant writer either, but that doesn't stop me from doing it. So I'm going to post at least a picture a week, because if nothing else at least I'll have an excuse to take more pictures.

This isn't my favourite picture in the world, just proof that it does snow in England. Again. I seem to be obsessed with upping the contrast/colour saturation lately.

Nuttier with extra nuts

I am alive. Just busy. And honestly, I needed a break from blogging, not that I do it that often. But let’s try to do a retrospective of my last few months and resurrect this baby, with a new face and a new and improved me. Well, no, same old me. But slightly less balanced. Maybe I should take up yoga, I hear they teach you balance.

So in the past three months or so I have:

• Joined the theatre society which, while a great idea, means I have far less free time right now to do anything. I’ll write about this later in the week, just to brag about my play being in the Leicester Comedy Festival. It’s less impressive than it sounds, but still pretty cool.
• Gone back to writing on a regular basis. This isn’t totally new, since I re-started my fanfic in April (maybe? Around that, anyway), but I have a new one as well. I update both of them at least once a week. Which is a good idea, until you realize that my chapters tend to be at least 2500 words each.
• Done NaNoWriMo. Yes, again. Despite my chronic lack of time, I gave up sleep for a month to do NaNo again this year. And win. Third year in a row. Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy or if I just enjoy not having a life.
• Gone to school. I’m on the staff student council, student rep(which isn’t adding much to my already too tight schedule, but even not much means too much sometimes), I have to study, I’m trying to pass exams. Yes, it’s exam time again. Don’t remind me.
• Started to walk 2.5 miles daily. I don’t know why I felt the need to throw that in there, but I just had to, okay? It’s the only time I have to think and not stress about things(most of the time. Sometimes I’m trying to learn lines furiously).

That’s about it, mostly. The big things anyway.

But it’s good to be back.