I also stayed at my Auntie's house in Kent for a relaxing evening. I sat down and actually watched X Factor. You know what? I bloody enjoyed it. I have no idea why. Shame on me. Shame. We all grabbed a 15 minute train to our Capital City and had a mooch around the shops. I'd never been in Selfridges before so it really was a case of "Oooh, ahhh." I casually walked into a Mulberry shop and poked at a bag to receive serious evil looks from a shop assistant. One does not poke £659 bags and exclaim in classy Devon dialect "Oh wow, I wouldn't mind one o' them init!" Classy lady. I saw SAYID FROM LOST wandering about the food hall so naturally I went a bit crazy and star-struck. Tehe. Got some lovely expensive MAC Foundation. Hey it's worth it. It literally stays on ALL day and doesn't move off my skin. Win? I think so. Using the tube again was an experience. The escalators had broken. (people who have used the tube know how steep it is) so naturally I was petrified of walking down and falling over my own feet as I do. I managed. The ticket machines had also broken so had to battle past a scary cockney woman and convince her it was mine.

The train journey from Paddington to Tiverton was actually rather uneventful as far as trains go. One man did kick up a gigantic fuss about seat numbers. "THESE ARE NOT NUMBERED PROPERLY WHY DO I EVEN PAY FOR THESE BASTARD TRAINS." "Okay sir we'll upgrade you to first class." I did possibly the loudest tut and sigh I could muster and proceeded to sulk and listen to scary music. I failed to open the train door to much embarrassment and mumbling of "Sorry, sorry. 'Ang on." coming from me.

Anyway, that's it for today. I'm about to start the epic mission of tidying my bomb site of a bedroom. Argh. Ciao.