Help me, I'm foreign

I closed my eyes and wished I could fall over dead. The heat rising in my cheeks showed my embarrassment. That phrase! Once I heard it I knew I had messed up! It's the "Ahhh you poor, sad, uncultured person you", in other words, you're dumb but I still like you "hidden undertone". I have heard this many times before. 

I had been sent on a quest by the church secretary to find the pictures of previous vicars of All Saints Parish stored away in  a storage out side the office. I felt up to the challenge. How hard could this really be? I was happy to help. 

I made my way to the storage and climbed in. I was leaning over boxes, stretching and reaching. I was dedicated. In mid search I came across a picture of a man sitting at a desk. He looked Vicar-ish. Uncertain to who this man was I climbed out of the storage and made my way to the secretaries office. She was not there so I went in search for her. I landed in the "man cave" aka the tech, music and maintenance office and found our tech guy working away. I asked him if he had seen the secretary, he said no, but offered his assistance. I told him about the task I had been sent on and turned the picture around asking "is this a previous vicar of the church?" While in my head I knew the answer was yes but I just wanted to double check. Hoping to impress at my thoroughness. 

He looked at the portrait and with a smile spreading across his face, reaching out for the picture he said "ah, bless you." Oops there it is. "This is Winston Churchill." 

Oh how that phrase did not make me feel blessed. I did it again. All confidence gone. Out the window. How was I to know what Winston Churchill looked like? I only knew of a few quotes people use every now and then. Why am I so uncultured!

Even though I was humiliated the tech was nice enough to tell me a little blip about Mr. Churchill and the reason to why we had his portrait in the church. Apparently he had an office in the parish once upon a time ago and was in charge of this area of churches. 

Good news is I did find the vicars of All Saints Past. It just came at an embarrassing price. 

This is the portrait of Mr. Churchill. 

These are the vicars I was trying to find.

This is a statue of Winston Churchill outside of Big Ben. I pass it on my way to my spot. How did I miss this?

Get the Facts Right

"No!"  I gasped as my hopes of what could have been an epic day came to a crashing failure. I could not believe I missed out. I was so close. I had spent all day in London waiting for this once in a life time opportunity. I had done the research. I checked multiple different websites. They all said the same thing. The premier of Quantum Solace was tonight. I was in the right place  at the right time. I was finally going to meet Daniel Craig... Well at least see him from a far distance. He would be on the red carpet in Leicester Square with William and Harry! What an amazing night this should have been! But when I arrived to Leicester Square I was told by the Pizza Hut man it was a couple days ago! How could I have missed it! Every website I checked said it was tonight! 6:30 pm! 

I thanked the man and walked slowly to the tube. Back to Woodford in defeat.

The hour tube ride seemed longer than usual. I had found myself in the pit of despair. I heard my phone bing and I looked at it. I had received a message from a friend asking if I saw Daniel Craig and the royals! 

Confusion and worry spread through me. I messaged them back and to my realization I had the wrong location! 

"Ah crap!" Blurted from my mouth and a mother and her child sitting across from me stared as if I was a crazy on the tube. If only she knew the distress I was facing right now. Utter disappointment! 

That wave could have been for me! Stinking Pizza Hut man!

I could have crossed of my dream of seeing royalty in person!

To top that off there had been this picture circling the internet the last 2 months. Me, being a fan of Wizard of oz, thought I should see it. After all Harrods was only a tube ride away. So a dear friend and I set off to see the witches legs! How excited I was! We arrived to Harrods and could not find the legs. How could we miss them? They are huge! 

We went into the store and I asked a well dressed man who worked there about the legs. 

He gave me the 'oh you poor foolish girl' look and said the pic was 3 years old to promote the anniversary of the movie.  

I thanked the man and walked away. Two fails in one week! Within 4 days of each other. 

Learned lessons from these two experiences, you can't always trust the Internet, or men who work in Pizza Hut. 

Footloose

"Oh my gosh! I need to go!" I may have yelled out in desperation. The music hit my ears and I spun away from the computer in front of me. Excitement and horror all at once. Excitement about what was happening downstairs, horror that I would miss out. 

"Ten minutes is all I ask!" I begged as my leader saw the crazy in my eyes. 

"Get on with yah."

I was released! I ran out of the office and down the stairs. I turned to the right and entered the main hall. I gazed on the activity that was before me and smiled! Oh this is so happening, I thought to myself and walked into the room further. Scottish dance lessons! I waited for the dance to end and then asked if I could join in the next one. To my surprise my partner came in a kilt! Could this get any better!!! I don't think so! I through my phone to a fellow intern and got in the line. And so the dance went on...

We are promenading!

Circle to the left than to the right (8 step counts)

More promenading 

Thank you Alan for the lovely dance! And thank you Sophie for letting me play hooky!