OMG you guys. I’m such a spaz. When I hear “Let’s go to Windsor”, I hear “a place with the same name as an outer-western Sydney suburb”.
I FORGOT ABOUT THE CONNECTION TO THE GOD DAMN ROYAL FAM.
Of course “Windsor and Eton” are “Place with ENORMOUS fuck-off castle and also the school where royal boys go.” Felt like a bit of a dumbass when that dawned on me.
Also, the inter-city trains that go past Slough are REALLY FREAKING FAST.
Got to spend several hours hanging out with Anna, Adam and Ros in Windsor, having lunch and wandering around the shops. Just lovely. Didn’t actually go into the castle or anything, apparently it’s pretty expensive, I might do it another day. The weather was cloudy and there was a little bit of rain late in the afternoon, but the sun came out briefly before setting and threw a rainbow up behind the castle (I missed taking a photo of it, though). I had a “cream tea” (scone with jam and cream), but the scones are weird here and have sultanas in them, and they taste really sweet. Sigh. I’ll obviously have to keep trying them until I get one I like.
Adam and Anna gave Ros and I a lift to Heathrow, where we saw them off at Terminal 3 with lots of hugs and kisses. I was glad Ros was there, otherwise there may have been more tears as I said goodbye to Anna. (getting a little choked up even as I write this!) We took the tube back into town – it was very crowded and we gave our seats up to two old ladies and immediately regretted it because it’s a long ride standing up! But we cheered ourselves up by singing songs from The Sound of Music and Avenue Q, and a little Righteous Brothers to see if we could get anyone to join in. No luck! The most we got was weird looks from a small child, who kept shaking his head at us.
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