Mi Ciudad daily 1

First day in Londres = perfect

2nd day in Londres = perfect

3rd day = ended up in hospital with a meningitis scare that was actually gastroenteritis. The vomit wouldn't come out so I had to induce it a few times. That and severe diarrhoea all night. Been asleep all day and missed out on the new baby girl invitation.

Day 4: Feeling slightly better and hoping to catch up with my college friends.

But despite this all, I love Londres and the first 2 days were magical, we were cafe/ restaurant hopping, and having a great time at the fair at Leicester square, making a fool out of ourselves on the merry-go-round and shopping the sales, where I've got a few great bargains.

Londres is my city and no bout of vomit or illness will ever change these emotions.

My friend's comments = you look so beautiful, you've changed so much. Your skin, your eyes, the softness in you, your heightened elegance, your steps that show no care in the world, and your smile. It's a different person than we're seeing in front of us now.

All these drastic changes just by being in another city? Not just any city, but My City.

I've got a booking for Barbarella to celebrate new year's eve tonight but might have to cancel it. Dunno what'll happen about that.

Till we meet again,
Sedeso