Every time I hear the word ‘ash’, I think of Pokemon. Every time I hear the word ‘Iceland’, I think of the phrase “that’s why bad mums go to Iceland!” or a drug taking chav promoting frozen foods. So much for my initial thoughts.
But anywho, unlike most people stranded, I’m stranded in the Philippines – not in a airport – where we have the option to sleep in our own house in Batangas/Taal, cheap hotels in Manila or living with my godmother surrounded by trees instead of the suffocating Manila smog.
Although despite my better-than-most position, I terribly miss London. For those who don’t have Twitter, I tweeted this:
I am feeling horribly homesick; the British weather, friends, me Sunday stroll in @notthillgate & the Congestion Charge…which is weird.
Not forgetting my mock exams; by the time I return I’ll be so tired that I’d probably sleep for a whole week…and cleaning up the corpses of my goldfish because the filter was left turned off…..