oh.. my flight is tomorrow?!

Yes that's right, thought I was flying out of Barcelona on Thursday, turns out it was Wednesday! Thank god I checked my ticket on a whim, weird how I seem to be incapable when it comes to dates (as in calendar dates! :P)

Packed, dried washing with a hairdryer and got on the train to Blanes, then caught the bus to Lloret de Mar. Where I found out that th next bus to Girona Aiport wasn't until 4pm and my flight left at 2pm! So, took the first taxi I've had by myself in about 5years, cost: 40€. The rest of the day went very smoothly, abeit slowly.

Was interrogated by British Passport Control, yes I am trying to illegaly immigrate... to be honest I could think of sunnier places! Thanks to that I had about 10mins to find the Eurolines office to get my ticket for the coach to Chesterfield. It took forever! I got into Stanstead at 3:45, got on the bus at 4:15 and didnt get to the Tarn until 9:30!!! (where Bondy thoughtfully sent me a taxi because he couldnt leave the TV). I had managed to arrive during overtime of the Chelsea v Manchester football game.... I got the impression this was a big deal :P

Thursday we went out in Sheffield with Bondys friends Adam and Craig, honorable mentions to Adam for drinking +20pints of beer and then dancing like there was no tomorrow and also to Craig for lasting the night on Red Bull and still pulling some sweet moves in Leadmills. NB: the Carlington (sorry: Carling Academy - Thanks Bondy) is NOT open on a Thursday and this sucks even more when you are dying to pee.

Friday Bondy and I did sweet FA, watched movies all day, did some grocery shopping, more movies; we couldnt even be bothered to go out on Friday night! Slackers. Still didnt end up going to bed til like 4am, dont know how we did that. So we werent exactly rested and refreshed for driving to London the next day.

We left a bit later than planned, although this wasnt entirely my fault, I will admit that if I hadnt waited til 3am to hang my washing out it probably would have been dry sooner. Still! We got there in the end, about 7hours after we were supposed to check into the Smart backpackers Hostel. The only Smart thing to do is avoid that place, the beds actually have serious competition from the floor in terms of comfort.

My first night in Chesterfield was spent drinking, celebrating and being explained the various virtues of English football.