Oh I wish I had some pictures to show you, but they were all in an old computer that crashed and then was stolen (in your face burglars).
Anyhow, when I turned 20 I had just moved in with James in a flat in Ascot. I worked in an office in Sunbury with a job I enjoyed and I had great work mates. My life in England had fallen into place, and I was happy.
I didn't have many friends though, so I asked my best friend Emma and her then boyfriend if they would like to come over for my birthday. And they said yes!
So, this day was very different from the year before. We woke up, James drove me to work, and I was celebrated ALL day at work! They sang happy birthday, I got cake and presents and flowers. Great day!
When I finished work James came to pick me up. He called me and asked me to come outside. And there he was, holding a balloon with a car key attached to it! And behind him was a silver Seat Ibiza with a big bow around it! I had a car!!!!!
I remember running back in to the office shouting and they all came out to have a look. Oh the happiness, the life changing freedom of having a car again!
We drove home, me in my new car, over the moon. Emma and Daniel where there, and they gave me Swedish ciders which I had asked for. Then we got on the train and went in to London. We went to see a musical, Saturday Night Fever, and afterwards James took us to this amazing restaurant. Then we all went for a drink before we got on the train back.
A funny thing happened on the train, I just remembered. Emma went to the toilet, and she was laughing when she came back. She told us how she couldn't figure out how to open the door to the toilet, and some guys sitting there had to help her. To try to justify why she couldn't work it out she burst out "I am Swedish!", which made us all laugh. Like Swedish people can't open doors.
We thought that was so funny so her boyfriend decided to do the same thing. He walked back to the toilets, asked the same guys for help opening the door and explained that he was Swedish and therefore couldn't work them out.
Then of course I had to do it too, so within 15 minutes these guys had helped three Swedes opening the door to the toilet. I don't know what kind of impression they got from Swedish people!
That was definitely one of the best birthdays of my life! A perfect day and a perfect evening!
Jag tycker det ar sa kul att du brukade bo sa nara London...konstigt liksom, eftersom jag kanner dig som tjejen som bor i Kungsor!
ReplyDeleteOch jag har svårt att tänka mig att du någonsin har bott i Kungsör, haha!
ReplyDeleteJag känner mig fortfarande "ny" i Kungsör, mer som tjejen från Västerås (okej Hallsta), eller hon som bodde i England ;)
Igår träffade jag en kille från Kungsör som sa "Du är inte härifrån va? Jag känner inte igen dig." Där kan man snacka om småstad!
Haha det är så typiskt Kungsör också! Jag blev en gång FÖRFÖLJD av en kille i en bil när jag gick genom samhället, han sa precis samma sak 'Du är inte härifrån va?'...sen efter ett tag försökte han ragga på mig och frågade var man kunde parkera! Haha, i Kungsör liksom, det är ju bara att åka till Konsum-parkeringen eller någon annanstans och ställa sig. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha det låter som en härlig födelsedag och killarna på tåget måste ha fått ett rätt snyggt intryck av svenska människor! :P
ReplyDeleteSofia: Men hahaha herre gud! Småstäder alltså, de är verkligen speciella! Kul med "nya" tjejer liksom :P
ReplyDeleteTiina: Ja den var super! :) Haahaha ja man måste ju driva med sig själv lite ibland.. Och hela svenska folket, hehe ;)