We’ll just pretend that I posted regularly throughout February and the beginning of March.
London has been miserable since before Christmas when the weather decided to act like a raging harpy and ruin life for everyone. There was storm after storm, the most recent of which destroyed my back fence (which, in a twist of shite, isn’t covered by my home insurance – awesome) and kept me trapped in my house for almost two weeks due to flooding. Then there came a particularly brutal period at work where it became a physical effort not to beat people about the head with blunt objects.
So when my sister decided that she wanted to head out of the country for her birthday, I needed zero persuasion. My jaw was tightening up due to the teeth grinding, my blood pressure was dancing perilously close to hypertensive levels and Scandal was still on its 24645 week break*, so I hopped online, browsed a few of the travel clubs of which I am a member and scored us a sweet deal to Amsterdam for next to nothing.
We flew out last Sunday (a couple of weeks after my sister’s birthday) into what felt like a different world where there was sunshine! And smiling people! And an efficient public transport service! And we spent a few days walking around, eating gorgeous food, watching horrific television in our hotel and exploring a city that I would love to make my home for at least a while (come through, Jesus with my EuroMillions win.)
I took roughly 575 photos and they do the place no justice.