March 2011

March turned out to be a very memorable month. After all the stress of the earthquake, things were just starting to settle down. Then on March the 7th, before 8am, Rob was on the bus to work and collapsed.

A student nurse was sitting on the bus a couple of rows in front of Rob, and heard laboured breathing. He turned around and Rob was having what looked like a seizure. He screamed for help and for someone to phone the ambulance (three times before anyone did anything!) and got a guy to help him carry Rob down the steps, then they laid him on the pavement and the student nurse put him in the recovery position as he was breathing and had a faint pulse. Then Rob started to go blue and so the student nurse and a St Johns volunteer commenced CPR. The paramedics arrived quickly and set up the defibrillator, which assessed him as being in ventricular fibrillation. It delivered a shock and he went back into normal rhythm.

Someone managed to ring me and asked me if he had a history of epilepsy or took any drugs (no and no), and told me he had collapsed and was on the way to Kingston Hospital. I was dumbfounded and couldn't take it in. I had meant to be starting work late that day which was why I was still half-asleep. The bystanders had rung our flatmate Jen first on Rob's phone as the last text he sent was to her, so she had told them to ring me then had rung Simon. He left a message on my phone and was on his way back, he had got off his train at the next stop and took the first train back. I met him on the High Street and we grabbed a black cab to the hospital. When we got to A & E they were still working on Rob, as in getting him all hooked up and intubated. They had taken a CT scan of his brain to check for a brain bleed and couldn't see anything obvious. They told us they would be cooling him right down over the next 24 hours to keep the most oxygen going to his brain rather than all his other organs, which would help protect it from damage caused by having a lack of oxygen to the brain before. They would have him in an induced coma during this time.


He was in ICU for four days in the end. Monday and Tuesday he was kept at 32 degrees until 24 hours was up and they started warming him up over the day (normal human temp = about 36-37 degrees). Wednesday they let him wake up. This was the most intense and surreal day. Rob was very disorientated and wanted to pull his tube and cannulas out so I had to keep telling him to leave them. When he finally got his ET tube taken out he kept asking me where he was and asking me if he was dreaming. I had to keep telling him "no honey, I wish you were". He got mad at one point because he wasn't waking up from his "dream" and yelled (not very effectively as his voice was husky from the tube) "WAKE UP". He told everyone around them they weren't real. For quite a while he was very forgetful (probably a bit of a defense mechanism because it would have been pretty strange for him). Even now he doesn't remember anything between around the Thursday before it happened to the Friday after it happened.

On Monday night Claire and Andrew had come up from the Isle of Wight, and although Andrew went home on Tuesday their lovely bosses let Claire stay for the week. So every day I had Claire with me, and when she wasn't allowed in ICU she was waiting in the little waiting room. I felt very loved and very spoiled, as well as all the love and support I had from Claire, my flatmates and friends were all cooking me food, bringing presents and telling me to let them know if I needed anything. On Thursday afternoon they transferred Rob to a ward in Kingston. Then on Friday out of the blue they told us they were transferring Rob to St Thomas', a hospital well-known for its cardiac abilities. This was a little problem in one respect. Rob's mum and sister were at that stage on their way to London from NZ and were due to arrive Saturday morning. They had told me they were going to land and drop their bags off at a hotel they'd booked in Kingston, then go straight to Kingston hospital. They had not given me any way to contact them. So I thought, Kingston is too far away for them to stay, and if I cancelled their accomodation now they might not have to pay a penalty for cancelling it when they arrived. So I cancelled their booking and found a B&B in Putney that I thought was quite a reasonable price for such short notice and such a convenient spot. I thought, if we meet them at the airport we can take them to the B&B and explain everything. But they hadn't given me their flight number. We looked up flights from NZ and Storm and Claire volunteered to go out and meet them while Simon and I went into the hospital. I texted their NZ phone numbers too to try and let them know. Obviously we had got the wrong flight though as they didn't come through the gate they were supposed to. Storm and Claire said, don't worry, we'll wait for the next one. Next thing I get a call from an unknown number, and it was Rob's mum - they had arrived (I think it turned out it was a flight from Sydney, not NZ), got a taxi to their hotel and had been told their booking was cancelled. So that was a huge kerfuffle and not great for the old cortisol levels.

Anyway, back to Friday, and Claire and I had been told we were unlikely to be allowed to go on the ambulance to St Thomas's - well maybe I'd be able to, but not Claire. But when the paramedics arrived they said - so we've got 2 extra passengers? Claire and I looked at each other and said - well, only if its OK... The male paramedic looked sorry and said - only if one of you doesn't mind sitting in the front... I thought Claire was going to jump out of her skin with excitement. So we got to ride in the ambulence with lights going and sirens blaring from Kingston to St Thomas's. A young doctor was assigned to come with us and keep an eye on things so she told Rob sternly to behave himself, I think she was secretly terrified his heart was going to stop again!

When we got to Rob's room all of our mouths dropped open - his bed was by the window and looked out over the Thames and onto the Houses of Parliment and Big Ben. It was a shame there was scaffolding up over the window but we were still very impressed.

Over the next one and a half weeks Rob was in hospital on 24 hour ECG monitoring. He had several echocardiograms, an angiogram, electrodes threaded up his femoral artery into his heart, a treadmill test, an MRI, blood tests, and no abnormalities showed up. It is still a mystery as to what happened. On Monday the 21st he had an ICD implanted. This is a little battery box about the size of a matchbox inserted under the skin of the chest, with wires threaded into the heart, so if he goes into V-fib again it can shock his heart back into normal rhythm. They let him go home the next day. Rob's mum and sister were due to go home on the 24th, but Rob's mum decided to stay a bit longer, and ended up staying until Tuesday the 29th. It was so nice to have Rob back at home, and he was quite sick of the hospital so he was glad to be back home as well.


Before Rob got out of hospital Claire and Andrew came back to London for the weekend and we saw some of the sights, including going up St Pauls. It was an amazing day and the views were priceless. Spring was definitely making an impact in London early this year.



On the 26th March, the Putney Boat Race was on between Cambridge and Oxford. Jen was ultra-excited and made everyone in the flat buy Cambridge scarves. Unfortunately Oxford won. I was working so didnt make it to the race, but I saw it last year so I wasn't too bothered. Rob went with the rest of the flatmates.



While Rob was in hospital we had booked tickets for a fundraiser game between the Crusdaers and the Sharks at Twickenham. They were playing there as the AMI stadium in Christchurch is unusable. The game was on Sunday the 27th of March. Rob felt recovered enough to go and it was a brilliant, fast-paced, try-filled game. Rob forgot about his sore shoulder when he was up on his feet cheering. Ritchie was off injured but Dan Carter put in an excellent effort. The final score was 44-28 to us. Storm was a good sport about it.



Things were getting a bit sad, as Simon moved out of our flat this same weekend (his UK visa was up). We got our new flatmate, Matt, an Aussie carpenter. Simon was only to be around for another week before flying to Europe for his 3 months of travel before going home to NZ. We had all bought vouchers for a steak dinner before all the dramas had occurred so realised we needed to go before long. We booked it for Tues 22nd and had a lovely meal, it is a Marco Pierre White restaurant so top quality. It was a nice way to celebrate flatmates old and new, and celebrate Rob's recovery.

January and February 2011

After Iceland we had a couple of months where we didn't have much planned. Although we didn't travel anywhere, we still managed to do some fun stuff.

In January the Silver Ferns were touring England and were playing England at the O2 on the 19th. Naturally we had to get tickets. It was actually quite a nail-biting game, with England leading for much of the game until Casey Williams and Maria Tutaia came off the bench in the second half to rally the troops. Irene wasn't on her best form, but the Ferns came through in the end to seal the 47-40 victory. I managed to say a few words and get a photo with Irene at the end of the game which I was pretty chuffed about.

Another highlight of January was Hamlet at the National Theatre. It had had rave reviews, and we saw why with Rory Kinnear giving the most amazing performance as Hamlet. The scenes where Hamlet is pretending to be mad were something else. It was a bit easier for those of us who knew the story roughly though - Rob found himself dropping off in parts. Understandable with a 3 hour long play.

With February came Waitangi Day and the obligatory journey out to Westminster with our face covered in New Zealand tattoos.
At this stage Matt and Anne had just been to Egypt and Anne had come down with a dodgey tummy while they were there, so they came out and met us a little later. It was a fun day, we started at a pub (well, outside a pub) in high St Kensington and spent much of the time checking out everybody's outfits. There was a bunch of Billy-Ts, a mob of sheep, kiwi fruits, buzzy bees - a ton of good ol' kiwi ingenuity and imagination on show!

We made our way to Parliment Square slowly, hoping against hope that we'd catch the haka this year. It didn't happen. Some of us were wondering if there really is a haka...
Then we went to the Elk Bar and had a drink before ending the night at GBK, which is rapidly becoming a tradition it seems...

Feb the 14th, Valentine's day and Anne and Matt's last day in London. We decided to go to a football match - between Chelsea and Fulham, so we could check that box. It was surprisingly better than us girls thought it would be, but we were all gutted that there were no goals scored. And Simon's favourite player, Fernando Torres, put in a decidedly average effort.

The next day Matt and Anne left for the US, en route to NZ. Tears were shed as we said goodbye again, but with the knowledge we would meet up again soon when we travelled to NZ.

That night Rob and I went on the Jack The Ripper Tour along with Georgia and co., and Simon and co. It was good, with some interesting facts, but we only went to a couple of places that the murders actually occurred at. Some of the things we got told: Prostitutes would spend all the money they earned on alcohol so often wouldn't have enough to spend on somewhere to stay. One of the cheap options was to buy a place on a rope in a dormitory, where they would have to fall asleep standing with only the rope to hold them up. Also there were quite a few eyewitness acounts of Jack speaking to the women that ended up murdered - he was of medium height, dark hair, well-dressed, and always carrying a brown package under his arm.
After the tour we went to the Ten Bells - reputedly where Mary Kelly and Jack the Ripper used to hang out.

On February the 22nd, around 1am, Rob woke me up and told me there had been another earthquake in New Zealand, with at least one person dead... A death toll that as I write is at 182, with the possibility of more bodies to recover. That day was a sombre one for our flat - Rob and I, Simon and Anita are all from Christchurch. The others in the flat shared the sadness. Rob found out early in the morning that his mum was OK, and I found out around 8am that my family were OK also. It would have been even later, as telephone, power and the mobile networks were all down, but my sister got a stroke of luck and managed to get through to Dad when the phone lines were up for about ten minutes. Then she posted the good news on Facebook (thank god for Facebook by the way, how many people managed to get news of loved ones through that medium!)

Mum and Dad ended up being without power and water for around three weeks. They spent a lot of time staying with Mum's sister Lorraine. The house is OK although there are a few cracks and misaligned doors. Our cats were OK too at Wanda's house, they seemed to cope fine.

We went to an Earthquake Vigil a week later, at Westminster Cathedral. It was lovely - Hayley Westenra sung the National Anthem, and there were some moving letters read out.

We were able to take our minds off things that weekend. Georgia, being very in the know about these things, had asked us weeks earlier if we wanted to go to Roald Dahl's Twisted Tales, a play. I was very excited about this, and so we went along on Saturday the 26th. It was a well done play, although I remembered most of the punchlines from having read the stories before. Some of the stories had been changed around a little to make it more stage-friendly. William and Mary was done really well.

We ended the month looking forward to the beginning of spring and hopefully some better luck, but we were to go through another huge event in a week, a lot closer to home this time...

Iceland, December 26, 2010 - January 3, 2011

On Boxing Day 2010, Rob, Simon, Storm and I caught a flight to Reykjavik, Iceland with the lofty aims of seeing the Northern Lights and going dog-sledding. Ironically enough, while London had been freezing with average December temperatures in the negatives, Iceland looked positively tropical with temperatures of around 7-10 degrees. Needless to say, all the snow from around Christmas had melted in Iceland so it wasn't going to be quite the winter wonderland we expected. We got into the airport at around 10.30pm and met the man (Oskar) who was renting us the apartment at the airport. He went through the quirks of the apartment with us, gave us the keys and left us to it. Our first decision was bus or cab? We asked the girl at info and she said that for four of us it wouldn't be too much more expensive to take a cab. We didn't know how far away our apartment was from the bus station so that swung us in favour of a taxi. We negotiated a price of 12 000 ISK, around £70 (Iceland isn't cheap by the way...). Our taxi driver ("call me Bernie") was great, full of all sorts of information. He told us all about New Years Eve ("you'd think you were in Baghdad - but without the shooting"), Skyr (curds), and where to buy food ("Bonus"). As travelled towards the city he told us that we were driving through lava fields that look like the moon, but it was pitch black so we couldn't see them. We hit the city, and were immediately struck by the christmas lights that cover the houses and apartments everywhere. Apparently electricity is really cheap because the power station runs on the geothermal springs. So there is a lot of neon. Good thing too, really, considering while we were there the sun rose at around 11am and set at around 4pm. The lights are quite cheering amongst all that blackness. Before we got to our apartment Bernie took us on a mini-tour of the streets of downtown, pointing out the bars we needed to visit. Our apartment, once we got there pleased us no end. Modern and comfortable with a well-equipped kitchen, in a fantastic spot. This is the link to the apartment page - and I really recommend this place. Not badly priced for 4 of us for 8 days we thought. http://www.redappleapartments.com/reykjavik/en/apartmentdetail/view/idapartment/1143/checkin//checkout//guests//bedrooms/ Monday we slept late - we were to find that the strange hours of daylight were to really mess with our body-clocks. Our first order of business was to plan our itinerary, but this was postponed when dear Simon smacked his head on the windowsill in their room and split his head open. You can tell a lot about a country by their health system though, right? We taxied to the hospital but then quickly realised we were at the maternity hospital and the emergency room was in a completely different hospital. Luckily for us though, they had a free shuttle between the hospitals, so we took that and with minimal (for emergency room) waiting Simon was all patched up and only billed around £20 which he was ecstatic about after thinking he would have to pay hundreds. We went the the tourist information after that and learnt two important things:

1. There is only one guy who does dog-sledding and he makes them pull trolleys when there's not enough snow. There is not enough snow most of the year. We really didn't want dogs pulling us along a road in a trolley so we abandoned that goal.


2. The forecast for the Northern Lights was shite for the rest of the week. We had to keep coming back each day and checking.

We were slightly disheartened but booked a tour in a Superjeep which the tourism man assured us was the best one he knew of. It was to pick us up early Tuesday morning, so we decided we needed an early night. We went and picked up supplies at the Bonus, and had a wee look around town, with all of us looking longingly at all the lovely warm stuff in the shops (for London!) - fur and wool featuring highly. We had a quiet night, eating some of the supplies we had brought with us from London. We set out on our journey the next morning sleepy and not knowing what to expect. Our tour guide introduced himself as something that was much easier to shorten to Jon. Icelanders have invented a solution to the snow and ice and lava fields in the form of super jeeps - basically a 4X4 with massively oversized tyres. We all clambered into Jon's and we were off. Our first stop was only about 10 minutes into the journey when Jon drove into a residential cul de sac for us to see the lengths that they go to to decorate their houses for the christmas season. It was fantastic. But even better was to come when he stopped at a small church in the middle of nowhere. The cemetery surrounding the church had been completely taken over with lighting of all colours. It really looked magical in the dim morning. He explained that traditionally the Icelander's will decorate the graves every year. Our next stop was a volcanic crater lake that was last active over 3000 years ago. The rock was a lovely red colour rather than the typical volcanic black. It's also very deep, there were people down the bottom and they looked like little ants. Apparently the water is normally a deep blue colour but it was obviously all iced over when we were there. Our next stop was Geysir, the home of the famous Geysir geyser. This grandaddy geyser does not erupt so often now but another geyser there, Strokkur, erupts every 7-10 minutes. We made our way through bubbling little cauldrons of hot water and steam. Despite the thermal spot, the ambient temperature was icy and there were little bridges of ice over the streams coming from the main pools. When we got to Strokkur we joined the people standing with cameras at the ready and were not disappointed. The geyser eruption starts with the pool of water bulging, becoming a hemispherical bubble, then exploding in a fountain of water. Afterwards the water drains back into the hole, ready to start all over again.

Not far from Strokkur there is the blue pool, so called because the minerals in the water have turned it an intense blue colour. We made our way back to the restaurant/service station and had to take a snap with one of the superjeeps that were in our convoy. Our superjeep was cool, but it's wheels were nowhere near as big as this one's!

Although it wasn't originally in the tour description, we had arranged to pay extra and go snow mobiling. The boys were very excited. We had no reason to regret our choice of superjeep on the way to the glacier, as Jon took us down the steepest possible snow track, with ruts as deep as a person. We got there and got all snow-overalled up, and got allocated our snow mobiles.

We took turns at driving, and I found out it wasn't as easy as I expected it was going to be. You have to really use your body weight to turn, and when you are hurtling along on a slope next to ponds with thin ice you really don't want to veer over into them. The scenery was breath-taking, but it was pretty chilly - the thermometer in the jeep had said negative 7.

Although we all had a blast, we were quite looking forward to lunch by this stage. We stopped at Gullfoss, an amazing waterfall, but the first order of business was food. Apparently this place does the best Icelandic meat soup. It lived up to its name - it was amazing, and you could have as many refills and bread rolls as you wanted. We only had one or two bowls each though as the light was fading fast. We made our way to the waterfall and managed to get some photos in before it got really dark. Storm and I also managed to slip over on the icy path and both got some nice bruises.

The power of the waterfall was intense, and the surrounding ice gave it all a surreal atmosphere.

On the way back into town we all snoozed away until we got to a service station and had to have a hot dog. These are everywhere, and when had with potato salad and crunchy fried onions were a real treat.

We decided the next day we would take in some sights of the city. The National Museum is free on a Wednesday so we headed there. In the centre of the city there is a huge pond, which looked very pretty iced over with the lights of the building reflected in it.

We all spent more time making little figures with plasticine in the kids area than looking around the museum, but when we got to the museum part it was really interesting. We learnt all about the settlement of Iceland by the Vikings and their fascinating history.

I don't think dragons and penguins were in the history books, but snowmen and boats might have been.

We wandered around the city afterwards, managing to find the famous fisherman-run tiny restuarant that sells lobster soup and Minke whale. We all tried whale but Storm was not a fan. The rest of us found it very bloody and stringy - if it is cooked for too long it becomes very tough so it is basically charred on the outside and raw on the inside.

We walked up to see the church, Hallgrimskirkja. It makes a pretty striking silhouette.

That night we checked out some of the local nightlife, they have quite a few pubs with live music so we had a good time but didn't drink much because the alcohol prices are quite high.

The next day we had decided to go to one of the local pools. Because obviously Reykjavik (and Iceland as a whole) is a geothermal hotspot there are several local swimming pools that are heated. When we got to the leisure centre we were pleasantly surprised. The changing rooms to start with were high tech, with great (albeit communal - we're talking Scandinavians here) showers and very clean. Then we walked out to a relaxing warm pool where locals were lounging. Beyond that there was a slightly cooler activity pool with a hydroslide and basketball hoop which kept the boys occupied for ages. Then there was a lap pool (cooler still but still a very comfortable temperature), and four or five hot tubs ranging from 38-44 degrees. Needless to say I was in and out of the 44 degree one pretty quickly. There was also a steam room and a massage room with extremely cheap massages, although we didn't have one. And we got all of this for the equivalent of around £1.50.

Ever since I saw it in the in-flight magazine I had been determined to try the lamb's head (apparently also a traditional Icelandic dish). So after our amazing swim we went and I ticked that box. The others had cheeseburgers...

The lamb's head was good in that the meat was very tender, but there isn't that much of it - really just the cheek and tongue (it's halved). The next day was New Years Eve. We had a plan of attack - we needed to get supplies early in the day, as it is classed as a public holiday so everything closes very early. Then on New Years Day nothing is open.

So once we had everything sorted, we booked our Northern Lights tour (the tourism man had told us this was likely to be our best shot) and then went to our favourite cafe - Cafe Babalu, to spend the rest of the afternoon drinking hot chocolate, eating cake and playing Sequence.

We had to go to the bus station to get on our Northern Lights tour, and when we got there realised there were about three huge buses full of people going. We went to about three different places, all just out of Reykjavik, but alas the Northern Lights were not to be seen. The last place we went was up the hill, which was great because as we came down the hill we could see the city in front of us, and on New Years Eve everybody sets off fireworks. It is one hell of a show, the population of 200 000 spending two million pounds on fireworks, making for a three hour spectacular. It pretty much made up for not being able to see the Lights. The other tradition is bonfires, andwe also saw some impressive fires on our bus trip. But the fireworks were indescribable. The buses stopped at a service station on a rise so we got a good view.

It was after midnight, and Jon, our tourguide had invited us to go out with him on New Years Eve. He called again, so we thought why not, and he sent a taxi round to pick us up. We went over to his house before he took us to a party at his mate's place. Then we went into town and hung out in Kaffibarin (The Place to Be in Iceland, by the way), finally getting kicked out at about 6.30am. We decided to go home after milling around for a bit on the streets with the locals, and went to bed, eventually resurfacing at 1pm. We had decided New Years Day we would go to the Blue Lagoon, so we got out there at around 3pm. In contrast to the local pool we went to, it was around 28 pounds to get in. It was quite busy. Once we got out to the pool, the air temperature was freezing and the pool just wasn't that warm. We spent a little time being a bit miserable, seeking warm patches, and visited the sauna and steam rooms to warm up, then Rob and I spotted Storm and Simon in the middle of the Lagoon, where they had found the holy grail of heat! We happily relaxed for another hour or two, slathering each other with the silica mud that lines the bottom of the lagoon. Then we missed the second to last bus and the next one was just under 2 hours away. We were starving so were a bit miserable by the time we got dropped back off in town. We found a burger joint and managed to buy some burgers before last orders - they were some really good burgers.

We had booked a last tour for our last full day in Iceland, with Jon of course. This tour was to take in the Southern part of the island.

Our first stop on this tour was Seljalandsfoss. This waterfall is beautiful, you can walk behind it.

It makes for some pretty photos.

After this waterfall we drove along some eerie, isolaated highway. Jon pointed out where the volcanic ash from Eyjafjallajokull had fallen. Most of it has been cleared away now, but they have left one field covered so tourists can see the extent of it. The ash is like fine sand, and was quite wet and muddy.

Our next stop was Skogafoss, a 25m wide and 60m tall waterfall. Legend has it that the first Viking settler hid some treasure behind the waterfall but no-one's managed to get the whole lot yet. Because the waterfall throws up a massive amount of spray there is normally a rainbow visible - but not this day. On the way there and back Jon drove the superjeep like a mad thing, speeding through huge puddles so the jeep was engulfed with brown water. It was so much fun.

We climbed up to the top of the waterfall as well. In the summer this would be teeming with wildlife, but at this time of year there were only gulls around. Our next stop was at another glacier - while the other one that we went snow mobiling on was covered in snow this one was just an ice glacier, and we were all very impressed. At the first sight of this ice pyramid I couldn't help but think of Superman's Fortress of Solitude. The ice glacier was amazing, and dotted with ice caves, huge crevices and spectacular chunks of see-through ice. Jon told us some tragic tales of tourists that had met with nasty ends on the glacier.

The view of the glacier blew us away

Beautiful ice cave

After the glacier we went to the black lava beach, where Jon thought there was a whale carcass on the beach. It turned out it had been cleaned up already. The rock formations are amazing, and appaarently the church in Reykjavik was inspired by this cathedral-like cliff.

The sea was pounding, if you were crazy enough to go out into it you would have been swept away in seconds. The waves would smash onto the cliff furiously, so naturally we had to try and get photos next to it (unsuccessfully).

We thought that was the last stop on our tour but Jon surprised us by pulling into a track leading into a paddock with a herd of Icelandic horses milling around. They came up and nibbled at our boots, scarves, and hair. It was one of our favourite parts of our trip.

We ended our trip by grabbing a hotdog at the most famous hotdog stand in Iceland. Every time we had passed it it always had a massive line so had to try them before we left. They were good, but I didn't think quite as good as the one from the service station with the potato salad...

We left Iceland extremely early the next morning, sorry to be leaving this magical country.

December 2010

December was the month of crazily cold temperatures for London. It ended up being the coldest December for 100 years, with temperatures more than 5 degrees less than normal. But we got on with it, as you do - at least it never got much less than negative 3...

Anne and Matt were back from camping and I went with them on a market extravagansa, doing Borough and Camden Markets on Friday (and getting a fish pedicure at Camden!),
then Rob joined us as we went to Portobello Road market on Saturday and Brick Lane on Sunday. They seemd impressed with London's markets.
The snow came down and caused a winter wonderland before it all turned to ice and beccame extremely treacherous.

And before we knew it it was Christmas! It was an orphans' Christmas with most of our flat there plus a few extras. We went all out and bought loads of yummy food, including a three-bird roast (duck, turkey, guinea fowl and chestnut stuffing), and all the trimmings. We did a secret santa so we all had pressies to open. We were so happy that Anne and Matt could join us for Christmas.

Pudding was an over-the-top affair, as it right and good for christmas.

After all the food we had to waddle out of the house and go for a walk. Never ones to miss a photo opportunity though! This is the Putney Christmas Tree.

October and November 2010

After Portugal life was a bit boring for a while. Shapeshifter were playing on the 29th of October though so I got to see my brother and the boys did a fantastic gig, as usual. They put us on the door plus four friends, so we felt like real celebrities getting the little backstage pass bands and getting to go to the special bar afterwards.
One of the nurses I work with was having a halloween party the next night. Our good friends Anne and Matt from New Zealand had come to the UK at the beginning of October and had gone straight on a Top Deck tour of Europe, but this was now finished so we dragged them to the party with us, all the way in Hendon, North London! We looked spectacular.

It was very interesting taking the public transport across London - some people had gone all out with their outfits. There were skeletons with massive polystyrene skulls, witches, people with gore all over them - if you didn't know it was halloween it probably would have been a bit scary. Rob's favourite was the line of Storm-troopers taking the escalator at Waterloo. At the party there were some ghosts, a mummy, a skeleton, and lots of blood and gore when Rob tried to operate his bleeding knife wound from where he'd been stabbed in the back...

The following week I didn't have much work on so did the touristy thing and went with Anne and Matt to Windsor Castle to have a look around. It is lovely, probably the best royal castle in my opinion.

It was a great time to go, as there were hardly any tourists. We got the tour guide to ourselves and she was very informative. And the view from the castle grounds of the trees in all their glory of Autumn was beautiful.

Our tour guide told us all about the Knights of the Order of the Garter - of which Sir Edmund Hilary was one. Every Knight gets their own shield, which are all on display inside the castle. While they are alive they also get a throne in St George's Church. Apparently Sir Ed had a Kiwi atop his throne. Also in St George's is the grave of King Henry the VIII. Really, really interesting place!

Anne and Matt escaped London again, this time on a camping trip around the UK. I went on yet another girly theatre night to Flashdance on the 4th November. It was Guy Fawkes on the 5th, but I had the dreaded lurgy and felt too ill to venture out. We actually saw a great display from our flatmate, Simon's, window, so all was not lost!

On the 6th, it was the long awaited day where we were to go to Twickenham to see the mighty All Blacks kick England's butt. We had paid crazy amounts months before to secure the tickets, and were very excited. Preparations took place to ensure we looked the part.

The crowds were, as expected, massive, and the police horses were there to keep order (my favourite part of London perhaps? Every time I see a mounted policeperson I moon over the horse).

Ritchie and the boys did a great job.

On the way home Simon initiated a lovely piece of international relations, and I was so impressed with the Englishman being so stereotypically dressed, I had to take a photo.

We got to see some good fireworks the weekend after the rugby to make up for our dismal effort on Guy Fawkes night. These followed the Lord Mayor of London's Parade.

The weekend of the 20th of November we went to meet Matt and Anne on their camping extravaganza in the Lakes District. By this time the winter which was to be later known as the coldest in many many decades was starting to make its icy grip felt. But it was still incredibly beautiful. We took the train to Windemere and Matt and Anne picked us up in their lovely orange Spacewagon. Before we left the station we had to try some Kendal Mint cake - surprisingly nice. For those kiwis out there it tastes like the top of an Arnotts mint slice biscuit. We drove around Lake Windermere and had to stop to take some photos.

We drove up to Grasmere and found the Wordsworth Graves. This is where William Wordsworth used to like to hang out and write poems about daffodils. It is a really beautiful spot but I imagine even more gorgeous when the daffodils are out.
We managed to find a wonderful smelling Gingerbread shop, very old shop, and yummy gingerbread, so chomped on our gingerbread while we were taking in the peaceful place.

One of our priorities (well, especially the boys), was to find somewhere to watch the All Blacks vs Ireland game. This was not going to be easy, we realised. We had a look around Keswick, but the only pub with a TV was playing the FOOTBALL, of course. We decided to try and find somewhere on the way back to our campsite. On the way we took in some more breath-taking scenery.

Finally we managed to find a pub where the owner wasn't bothered about the football (in fact, he didn't have cable so he couldn't have played it if he wanted to). The pub had a mysterious boot hanging from the rafters, with a long story about how it got there, that I have now forgotten.

We had a yummy meal of Cumberland bangers and mash, and Matt bantered with the Irish woman at the next table while the rugby was on, all in all a very satisfactory conclusion. When we got to the campsite our bunkhouse was very serviceable, and when we went over to the camp pub we got sticky date pudding and rounded the evening off nicely.

The next day was freezing. We went and had a look round Bowness, then decided to go on a cruise on Lake Windemere to Lakeside, where we could visit the aquarium. We questioned our sanity in deciding to go on a boat in that weather, but it was actually OK, and very beautiful.

The aquarium was actually pretty cool. There is a tunnel like at Kelly Tarltons where the fish swim above you.

Then there are also otters, pirhanas, big turtles, a huge eel that is begging to be petted, little marmoset monkeys - very cute! And lots of other stuff. We caught the boat back to Bowness and went and got yet another substantial pub meal before we caught the train home and Matt and Anne continued their camping adventure.

The last event in November was Jimmy Carr in Brixton, very funny guy but very crude! Brixton wasn't as dodgy as I expected but probably because it was early and a Sunday night... We had the first few flakes of snow fall that night.