I went to England on the second of February, after I had an eight hour shift. My colleague's waved me goodbye, and I went off. It was a long journey, but I made it safely to Calais. This hasn't been my first trip by car, so I knew what to expect. Obviously I had everything with me, the boot was filled with stuff, 9 days in the UK ment a lot of undies! Ok, passport check. That's alright. Damn, they had to pick me again. I was stopped by a French bordercontrole officer, and he started mumbling in French to me. My response? "Je suis Hollands". That's right, I am multicultural.
But because I was there earlier, they let me go on an earlier ferry. P&O Ferries is such a good company, they have the best service out there.Sometimes it's just necessary to point out how good companies are, and they are superb!
The ride itself was alright, long and boring. Headphones on, and go. Read Jeremy Clarksons book, quite amusing. When I arrived in Dover, I knew one thing would happen, my car would be searched. So I made sure it wasn't a mess, because that indicates something. And yes, "sir, can you park your car there please?" Damn, again? It was alright, had to open the boot, and he had a look in the suitcase. He asked me if it was the first time, and how long I was going to stay..... I think. His accent was a bit shit, and I was still thinking in Dutch/French/English, so pretty damn hard to understand him.
Finally, the drive started. And immediately I drove the wrong way. Or my satnav wasn't working properly. Never mind, let's go. The ride itself was boring, and long. When I arrived in Southgate, I was a happy bunny. The red Volvo made it! Obviously the first hour was all about cuddling and kissing my girlfriend, I missed her a lot! And after that, it was time for bed........
The next morning, we had to wake up early to attend uncle Ron's funeral. He was Hayley's grandma's brother, and loved by everybody in the family. It sounds weird to say, but it was my first foreign funeral, never been to one abroad. And it was weird. I met him once, and he was a nice man. Nice and polite. And to pay my respect to the family and ofcourse my girlfriend, I went to it. The whole ceremony was nice, different compared to a dutch one. The place was packed!!!!! A lot of Ron's dancing club friend came to pay their respect, and a lot of people had to stand! Wow. The service was beautiful, and quite sad. After that, we all went outside, and Hayley had to help me there, to tell me who was who. Uncle Derrick, mr Policeman, etc. And to be honest, I am really bad with names, good with faces.
We all went to the pub afterwards. Well, I say pub, but it was the location where he used to dance the boogie woogie. And again, Hayley had to help me out who was who. The whole uncle/nephew business is so weird to me, she has to make a family tree for me. It was nice though, to meet the family, but it would have been better if it wasn't a funeral. But that's life. Sandwiches were there for those who were a bit hungry. I was a bit. I was still a bit knackered from the long journey.
After a few hours, we decided to go home. It has made us all a bit sad. And it gave us a weird feeling in our stomache. We gave Ron the best service possible, the man deserved it. But it's always weird to say goodbye to one you love.
But that's not the weirdest thing. Months ago, I decided to come to England for my girl, and to attend a rave. I Love Hard Beats, in Vauxhall, London. I really wanted to go, because it would have been my first Freeform party, but I knew that there was a problem. Hayley was still sad, and wasn't feeling well. I tried to talk her into bed, made sure she would be better the day after. But she insisted, she wanted to come with me. And she did. Driving across the Thames, at night, was nice, but going into Vauxhall...... there are better places on this planet to go to. We couldn't find a bloody parking space, and once we did, it took us 45 minutes to find the bloody club. And we have walked passed it a million times! I won't go into details, but my balls and Hayley's boobies were frozen!
The whole night was amazing, but I knew we couldn't stay there for hours. We had to go home earlier, and not attend the afterparty. I only wanted to hear a DJ duo play, and after that, we went home. Arrived in Southgate at 5 o'clock in the morning, jeez. Long day! Goodnight world!
Saturday was a lazy day. Me, Hayley and mum (Hayley's mum, but she is my second mum) went to Wetherspoons to have a lovely meal. It was nice. I don't want to bore you with the things we ate. The only thing I noticed in Wetherspoon was a lady who had a f**king huge moustache! Hayley and mum said it wasn't, but eh, my eyes..... they said to me it was a moustache! Damn.
We invaded Asda, and after that, went home. Snuggled underneath a blanket, and watched Take Me Out. Some tossers who shagged Jodie Marsh gave me a good laugh, never seen someone as stupid as he was! Lol. What a wanker. But never mind, it was good quality TV time!
Sunday, mmm. Bloody sunday. We wanted to go to Milton Keynes to see Uncle Martin and Caroline, but the bloody snow didn't agree with that. So we stayed in all day. It was a nice sight though, seeing the snow coming down.
So that was sunday. Monday was a different day! We (me and Hayley) went to Enfield town for some Valentine shopping, and we have bought a lot! She bought shoes, we bought a Simpsons boardgame, and had Krispy Kreme doughnuts! Thank God I have a bigger car now, where would I leave all those things?
Tuesday, that was a long day. We decided to go to the Imperial War Museum, and it was fascinating. So many things to see, so many things to experience. It was so informative, but also harsh. When we went into the "Holocaust" section, we couldn't say a word to each other, we just looked at each other, and sadly nodded. Horrible. Got nothing else to say!
And afterwards to the M&M world. Wasn't my cup of tea, and it's bloody expensive in there! But if you are a sweetheart like Hayley, it's your place to be!
The day after we decided to go to Martin for a pub grub, and we would go to Milton Keynes around 12ish. We woke up a bit earlier to go out, and went to Woodgreen. Yes, finally I found my pair size 9 1/2. Pfew. Ok, let's have a look around in Primark. Lovely shop. And hungry as ever, so we sat down at BB's for a coffee, a hot cocoa and 2 pizza slice baguette thingies. It was tasty, but the woman was so slow, I could have grown a beard. Best coffee ever though!
Around 12 we went (me, Hayley, mum and gran) to Milton Keynes. A car full of ladies, how about that? Jealous? You should be. The drive was alright, nothing weird happened. When we arrived at uncle Martins house, we had a cup of tea, and went to the pub. It was lovely, but the personal had a face of a chimpansee. They were nice, but their faces.... they could have killed someone with that face!
Don't look at my horrible face though. Just stuffed it full with food, so don't blame me! Afterwards, back to Martin for a cup of tea, and later on, we went home (with a quick stop at Asda). It was a bloody good day! Spoke to my mum on the phone, and she informed me that the weather conditions weren't great in the Netherlands, so I was happy to be in the UK.
Thursday was the day where me and Hayley complained. We had walked for hours and hours. Bleh. But we went to Central London to go to the Museum of London. Don't believe me? Here is proof that I was there:
And again, my face. Can't help it, it's just my face! But we were there, and took NO PICTURES. Lol. How stupid was that? It was nice to see old stuff in there, but why in Gawds name were there so many French kids? Shouldn't they be on their Citroen bicycle, driving to school, with a baguette in their bag and listening to French music? Annoying fuckers.
But seeing as I was in London, I wanted tourist thingies. And obviously, the tube wasn't working properly, so we decided to walk to Leicester Square. A long walk, and again, my balls and Hayley's boobies were frozen. Had a Pizza Hut slice, and bought my stuff. Ps. for those who want to buy a "Keep Calm...." mousepad, don't. The mouse won't move properly on it, waste of money.
When we got back to Oakwood, we wanted food (greedy fuckers, I know) and decided to go to Oakwood Palace, where we stuffed our face. The service was excellent, and the food too. The only annoying bit was, that when we sat down, we were the only one's in, and the waiter was walking around the tables, desperate for us to order. And let's not forgot the American couple, who wanted chop stick, because "they didn't feel right to eat with knife and fork". A bit rascist?
We walked home in the snow, romantic as ever. Holding hands, kissing cheeks. Lovely time. I don't want to go home (NL), this is the country I should have been born in. My place to be.
The day after, we went shopping again. It's someone's birthday soon (gran) so we looked for something nice in B&Q, and obviously had Krispy Kreme again, which was filled with coppers (and I am not talking about coins, I am talking about the police!), 9 of them! Shouldn't they be crime fighting? Well, they deserve a break sometimes!
At home, we played games with my mother in law. Family Fortune, card games, and Air Hockey. And I have to be honest, she is bloody good at Air Hockey. Again and again she had defeated me. She should have been a hockey player?
The last day arrived, woke up early, and made sure that everything was packed and not forgotten. Hayley made me some sandwiches, and after a long kiss-away moment, I left. Took a few wrong turns, but made it safely to Dover. On the ferry, and arrived in Calais. I didn't hesitated, I drove on for 3 1/2 hour without stopping. When I got in Heerlen (NL) I went to my mother for some food, and had a nice chat. An hour later, I went home....... and missed something here. My baby.
So, for those who loved this story, and think we are a match made in heaven, can you give me a job? So I can have these feelings every day, without this distance? Come on people, who don't want me there?
These days were one of the best once's in my life. I love you Hayley, mum, gran, Caroline, Martin (yes, you too), and everybody else in the Davies family. I'll be back soon! I promise!
Ow, before I forget, I've made a snowman! The first one in bloody years! What do you think? Doesn't he look like Boris Johnson, the mayor of London?
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