Sticky Floors and Talks that Bore

I ate a breakfast fit for Poopa today. It was the traditional Scottish meat breakfast, and it was something worthy of the name: Ham/Bacon (not sure which(, an egg, grilled tomato, baked beans, hash browns, a potato cake, sausage and a great cup of black coffee (but Poopa drinks tea). I ate it all.
Yesterday our first appointment was to meet with a journalist for the BBC. It was interesting...until I got sleepy and it wasn't interesting anymore. I was concentrating so hard on not falling asleep as I pushed the end of my pen deeper and deeper into my side that I forgot to pay attention to what he was saying. Pity.
Later we went to the Scotland parliament and listened to people yell at each other. I can see where my family gets it. So that was interesting...until I really did fall asleep. I didn't have a pen to jab with that time. It's being there that counts. I guess.

Today we went on a walk about. I bought a wool scarf for 5 pounds and felt sick about it afterwards.
On the train going back to London I had to use the restroom two whole times. You may be thinking, “thanks for sharing.” You're welcome. But that isn't the point. The point is the state of the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom after a little boy had just walked out. Now, you must understand that going to the bathroom on a train is like trying to go to the bathroom in a toilet while surfing. It would go everywhere. And that must have been what happened with this little boy. The floor was really sticky and everything was wet. Little boy + sticky floor = he peed on the floor, people! Queue gag reflex. This brings me back to the use of public bathrooms: Just say no. Hold it.
The trauma continues:
Kate and I were talking a few days ago and thinking how lucky we were that our host family hasn’t made anything disgusting like Lasagna (our least favorite food) for dinner. Mistake. Before we left Patricia told us there would be Lasagna waiting for us when we got home tonight. Needless to say, we got Subway. Tears averted.

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