le 6 octobre 2012 (evening)
i’m sick now, battling the flu and other infections. my
immune system has finally shut down now that i’m basically settled in, so i’m
lying in bed with a hot water bottle, an extra sweater, and a mug of herbal tea
at my side. this also marks six days in a row that the baby in the adjoining
house is screaming its wee head off. seriously, i’m torn between confronting
the parents (not fair, i realize, as the baby may have colic) and just never
having children of my own. maybe i’ll just adopt a toddler rather than a
newborn. i have the wailin’ jennys on in an attempt to drown it out, but it’s
unfortunately not working very well. sigh.
so my day began with a bus ride to highgate to meet up with
my friend (find her blog here),
which it turns out is right across from jackson's lane, where i saw a physical theatre
children’s show four years ago. it’s also home to ripping yarns, a used bookshop that specializes
in children’s books, and several cute independent shops. meet my new pillow,
which was from souvenir,
an independent shop for local handmade gifts.
i haven’t named it yet, but it’s quite cosy, and makes my
room feel more like a home oddly.
we checked out a photography exhibit on london gay icons at
jackson’s lane after a stop into the bank and a brief lunch at a bakery on the
high street (i had ginger beer and split a chocolate pear tart with my
friend…the last thing that i ate today). then we walked on until we were out of
highgate, and caught a bus to brick lane and shoreditch. i was very quickly
losing steam, so we stopped in at the high tea market for coffee and tea (the
drink, not the meal). by the time we finished there, it was getting quite late,
so we headed back to find buses in our respective directions. i was guaranteed
at least an hour and a half travel regardless, so i ended up going all the way
to finsbury park to catch a bus home. only two buses, which was my concern, but
they took ages regardless. finsbury park is not the most fun place to be once
it gets dark, especially when you’re presenting female, alone, and not feeling
well. normally i’m fine to act confident in dodgy areas, but that goes out the
window once i’m sick. eventually i got sorted and found the bus stop home.
i got back to our high street just as boots (the pharmacy –
kind of on par with shoppers) closed. luckily there was another chemist across
the street, although i suspect it’s more expensive. didn’t matter, as i didn’t
have any other choice at that point. i got what i needed, came home, put on the
kettle, and called home to cry a bit and ask about what drugs to take for a
potential flu. i’m staying in tonight, and sleeping as soon as my flatmate
comes home and i can grab some tylenol from her, and will spend tomorrow
indoors as well. good excuse to get some reading done, and perhaps an epsom
salt bath.
