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Jan. 19th, 2009 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishSo I went to Edinburgh on Wednesday night. And it was good. Thursday was spent wandering and getting my bearings and just enjoying being in a different city in a different country for the first time since the great Manchester fallout of ought four. I freely admit to getting lost frequently, but the good lost, the sort of lost where you don't actually care because you're enjoying yourself too much. And have a map to get you back to your hostel. But are refusing to use it because being lost is too much fun and oh look at all the pretties!
I bought pretties. I didn't mean to, but somehow I acquired some spectacular new underwear. And bronchitis, but we'll gloss over that for this is the year of kittens and rainbows.
Thursday evening was more touristing, including various touristy walking tours. One of which ended with me drinking with random Americans and being complimented on my English. Uh huh. The heckles, they were rising.
The rest of the Dubberlin people (all 16 classmates + 4 tutors) weren't arriving until Friday night so I also had Friday morning and afternoon to wander and be a great big tourist. I need to remember that I'm slightly claustrophobic, very acraphobic and have some serious inner ear issues that often lead to dizziness.
Friday morning I wandered from the hostel out to the flat of the midwife I was staying with. She wasn't going to the nerdery and was working nights, but we'd worked things out and had arrangements. All graaaand. Yet she was a bit surprised to find me on her doorstep half an hour after she'd gone to sleep because someone somewhere had decided I should stay with someone else. Did they tell me? Ha! Well, yes, they did, apparently I was mailed the new instructions on Thursday, but eh, yeah not so much with the checking mail since Wednesday night.
Friday night was the meet and greet session involving TCD and Napier midwifery students, lecturers, doulas and NCT people. With cake and delicious treacley cookies that I simply have to get the recipe for. Am apparently very very brave for travelling on my own and wandering round touristing on my own and staying in a hostel on my own and then with someone I'd never met before. Yes, terribly, terribly brave. It could only have ended in an axe murdering.
Saturday was nerding, an awful lot of wincing at and then objections to repeated use of the phrase "Southern Ireland" as opposed to "Northern Ireland", then dinner with classmates and tutors. I've no gossip whatsoever anyway because I was being Cinderella. An admittedly drunk Cinderella, but it's very hard to resist the temptation of pints for 1.50. Which explains how it took me an hour and a half to walk a mile as the crow flies (I got lost.) The day was very emotionally charged, and did see me being quite upset at the use of certain words that were last used, um, yes, in the great Manchester fallout of ought four. Wine and ignoring the idiot afterwards did make for a more pleasant evening, but having my character judged is never fun. I take great comfort in knowing that I have wonderful friends who are not fuckwits like that, and that I'm loved and protected. In every way.
Sunday saw me being the first one to arrive for the third day in a row. I can only conclude that buses are far more reliable than taxis. Was mightily impressed with the bus service the whole time I was there, in fact. Timetables that indicate when a bus is due at the stop, not when it leaves the terminus randommiles away? Wow. There was singing and dancing and small children running round and more cake and yet more vegan food. By the evening I was craving meat so when I eventually caught up with the rest of the class I needed a burger and beer. Said goodbye again to the class as they headed for the last Ryanair flight of the night and I went off to do another touristy tour where I screamed like a big girl's blouse at a completely expected thing. Out again to chat with my lovely midwife while I started coughing so much I could barely breathe. Damnit. Then to sleep and sleeping through alarms and panicking at missing flight, which I didn't cos I was still an hour early for scheduled departure. Bag got pulled asunder at security cos there was a mini stapler in the bottom. I can really see how that would be a threat... Finally arrived into DUB one hour and fifty minutes late, thus missing morning lectures (meh), had passport scrutinised "what's your middle name" "uhhhh.... hang on, I know this... Mary! Yes, that's it! I'm zonked out of my little stuffed head on drugs." I need to not use the word "drugs" where most people would say "medicine."
And that's what I did on my holidays.Tomorrow I'm hopefully seeing Simon and then *sigh* but Friday I'm getting Caked. Kittens. Rainbows.
I bought pretties. I didn't mean to, but somehow I acquired some spectacular new underwear. And bronchitis, but we'll gloss over that for this is the year of kittens and rainbows.
Thursday evening was more touristing, including various touristy walking tours. One of which ended with me drinking with random Americans and being complimented on my English. Uh huh. The heckles, they were rising.
The rest of the Dubberlin people (all 16 classmates + 4 tutors) weren't arriving until Friday night so I also had Friday morning and afternoon to wander and be a great big tourist. I need to remember that I'm slightly claustrophobic, very acraphobic and have some serious inner ear issues that often lead to dizziness.
Friday morning I wandered from the hostel out to the flat of the midwife I was staying with. She wasn't going to the nerdery and was working nights, but we'd worked things out and had arrangements. All graaaand. Yet she was a bit surprised to find me on her doorstep half an hour after she'd gone to sleep because someone somewhere had decided I should stay with someone else. Did they tell me? Ha! Well, yes, they did, apparently I was mailed the new instructions on Thursday, but eh, yeah not so much with the checking mail since Wednesday night.
Friday night was the meet and greet session involving TCD and Napier midwifery students, lecturers, doulas and NCT people. With cake and delicious treacley cookies that I simply have to get the recipe for. Am apparently very very brave for travelling on my own and wandering round touristing on my own and staying in a hostel on my own and then with someone I'd never met before. Yes, terribly, terribly brave. It could only have ended in an axe murdering.
Saturday was nerding, an awful lot of wincing at and then objections to repeated use of the phrase "Southern Ireland" as opposed to "Northern Ireland", then dinner with classmates and tutors. I've no gossip whatsoever anyway because I was being Cinderella. An admittedly drunk Cinderella, but it's very hard to resist the temptation of pints for 1.50. Which explains how it took me an hour and a half to walk a mile as the crow flies (I got lost.) The day was very emotionally charged, and did see me being quite upset at the use of certain words that were last used, um, yes, in the great Manchester fallout of ought four. Wine and ignoring the idiot afterwards did make for a more pleasant evening, but having my character judged is never fun. I take great comfort in knowing that I have wonderful friends who are not fuckwits like that, and that I'm loved and protected. In every way.
Sunday saw me being the first one to arrive for the third day in a row. I can only conclude that buses are far more reliable than taxis. Was mightily impressed with the bus service the whole time I was there, in fact. Timetables that indicate when a bus is due at the stop, not when it leaves the terminus randommiles away? Wow. There was singing and dancing and small children running round and more cake and yet more vegan food. By the evening I was craving meat so when I eventually caught up with the rest of the class I needed a burger and beer. Said goodbye again to the class as they headed for the last Ryanair flight of the night and I went off to do another touristy tour where I screamed like a big girl's blouse at a completely expected thing. Out again to chat with my lovely midwife while I started coughing so much I could barely breathe. Damnit. Then to sleep and sleeping through alarms and panicking at missing flight, which I didn't cos I was still an hour early for scheduled departure. Bag got pulled asunder at security cos there was a mini stapler in the bottom. I can really see how that would be a threat... Finally arrived into DUB one hour and fifty minutes late, thus missing morning lectures (meh), had passport scrutinised "what's your middle name" "uhhhh.... hang on, I know this... Mary! Yes, that's it! I'm zonked out of my little stuffed head on drugs." I need to not use the word "drugs" where most people would say "medicine."
And that's what I did on my holidays.
