Evening all,
I just stepped out of my first taxi ride! Being the scared little girl I am, I sat like a petrified tree the whole way, occasionally giving directions in a ridiculously British voice that trailed off at the end of every sentence... "Just go straight for..." "Um, next street on the le..." It took me about ten minutes to realise that the constant Cantonese muttering was a GPS and not my spookily deadpan driver.
Spent the evening (after dinner, baths and bedtime stories with the babies) eating lemon tart and watching Blackadder II with the four older children. AWKWARD. TURTLE. I've never really watched a whole episode of Blackadder before, and I don't think I'll ever deliberately go out of my way to do it again, particularly not with a pack of young innocents who fortunately don't understand 90% of the jokes. I'm a little scarred for life by tonight's experience. When James, in the teeth-grinding silence after a little repartee from Rowan Atkinson (who is awesome, like the other awesome actors whom I shall never again view in the same light) asked 'What's a fornicating baboon?' I nearly crawled out of the room...
Should really be in bed right now. Going for my Green P's test at 9am tomorrow; a good night's sleep probably trumps the benefits of blogging at this present time...
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