Tired

So, I've spent the day (half of it) travelling from Sweden to Denmark to UK - Manchester to Sheffield to apartment. I am a bit pooped.

I sort of wanted something to happen i.e. someone challenging me for one reason or another but no. Nothing of the sort. So it was kind of dull.

Although.... there were loads of securitychecks and police and extra guards e v e r y w h e r e! Has something happened that I don't know about? Any strange and uncomfortable threats that somehow might have made my journey less enjoyable? Well, it couldn't get much duller anyway.

In hindsight I should have worn a less revealing top. It showed a lot of cleavage when I bent down to sort out my suitcase and I didn't realize until the guys in front of me stopped talking. I turned crimson red and legged it with my suitcase. Thankfully, this is a pretty big country and I won't have to see them again - I hope. It has happened to me once before, apart from the fact that I, then, sang a really(!) rude song in Swedish and a Spanish guy who just happened to understand Swedish (wtf?) walked past and a week or so later we, of course, met at a party. I don't sing such songs anymore - only at big family dinners. I truly am the rebel of the family!

It's nice to be back. The flat is clean and v. tidy which might have made me a wee bit suspicious but I'm too tired to bother about that. Boyfriend has done a superb job tidying up after his 2 weeks of freedom.

I'm off to see if the sofa is as comfy as I remember...