The Misty Isle

This is the third day I've been staying with Dave now and he hasn't kicked me out yet so I figure I must be doing something right. :p Starting at the airport, I arrived to London City just in time to watch my plane take off without me. Now I really have seen and done it all. *rolls the eyes* It wasn't a great start but I cheered myself up again by going to Toni & Guy's for a quick salon treat. Even managed to crack a smile after that.

Dave picked me up at the airport in bright yellow - I almost needed to put on my sunglasses. So I ask if he's been waiting long and he groans about the hours he's been waiting there only for me to find that he lives two meters down the road. What a liar! His house is gorgeous nonetheless. It's so big I think I get lost in here every once in a while. City syndrome makes me very unused to big houses and in the country, I've even got my own lounge. It's great. :)

The Isle is really not as small as they've been worrying me about. There isn't much to do and the main shopping street is scarily short but on the plus side, it's a great place for lots of R&R. A lot of it is spent in the car sightseeing. According to Dave, there's not much to do here but drinkn and unfortunately, that's not one of my hobbies. In fact, I've already been called a wuss at least a million times for not going to the pub last night. As for that pub, do NOT get me started. It's Dave's favorite local haunt and well, it's filled of loyal customers averaging on the age of a hundred and fifty. No kidding. Quaint but not my thing. Problem is, I think we're going back there again tonight. *looks rather resigned*

All in all, I can't complain. He's been a great host and his parents are lovely. The banter that goes round (much of it aimed at poor Dave) the dinner table is highly amusing. Not to mention the little bits of information his mom imparts to me when he's not there... The word 'wimpy' comes to mind... :p He gives as good as he gets though so I'm not worried about my lack of sympathy. I think the part that I'm enjoying the most is when I make comments he doesn't have comebacks to so his replies come in strange noises. I think they're meant to be unimpressive but I'm finding them slightly amusing. Oh, and apparently, I give piercing looks. What lies!