Tuesday I went and met Matilda for the interview that I had set up before I went home. Things went really well, got on quite well with mum and baby. I was feeling quite good about the situation.
After the interview I met Michael Hannigan's nephew, Zafar, for lunch and we had a great time, go a pitcher of pimms and a sunburn....Good afternoon really.
Wednesday I went to Wimbledon, but I woke up too late and didn't get there until 11am or so. When I walked out of the station the air was literally buzzing with the excitement and all the people. I thought I'd go down to the grounds and see what it was about, but then I saw the queue for the buses to the tournament, and there must have been 1,000 people there. It was crazy!! So I just wandered around the shops and walked around the neighbourhood a bit.
Thursday was the worst day EVER! Went to bed early so I could get up to go to Wimbledon (they have 6,000 rush seats per day for £20, but you have to get there really early). I left the house around 5am and got to Wimbledon tube station, waited for the bus to the stadium and specifically asked the driver "Does this bus go to the stadium?" he said, "Yes, I'll tell you where to get off". Great, perfect. I get off at "my stop" and see a sign that points to Wimbledon Stadium, so I follow the sign....To basically the equivalent of the SE industrial park. Imagine walking around there, trying to catch a glimse of the Saddledome, so you know you're going in the right direction....but you can't see a stadium anywhere....oh, and it's 6am. Brutal. Finally found someone to ask directions and he said, "Oh no....You want southfields, just go back to the main road and follow it up...You'll see it." Great, perfect. But to get back on the main road you have to follow an "S" shaped road back to where you started....And don't think just because you can see the road that you can get to it....The Brits are waaaay too clever for that. I also have a strong suspicion that they were too lazy/forgot where all the street signs were supposed to go after the war, because they are few and far between...
Anyway, finally get on the main road and SIX MILES later (and a large number of buses that matched the number that I got off of had passed me) I finally get to the queue for the ticket lines! And I was 3892!! Amazing! I'm going to Wimbledon!
By now it's 7.15am and the turnstiles don't open until 10am so I sat and read my book, hung out basically. Then at 9am I got a phone call from Matilda saying that they didn't think they wanted a live in nanny and so she was sorry, but she thinks she just wants someone who will come and stay a few nights. It is my opinion that she isn't ready to go back to work, and isn't sure what kind of childcare would fit her....
So me being me, hung up the phone and immediately started to cry (I am like a four year old and when I'm tired I cry). Had the whole WTF am I going to do now thing going on and was basically a mess.....Oh, did I mention I was in a large field with 6,000 people? Great, crying alone....Classy. So I decided that since I was going to go to Wimbledon in a few days with Aimee, I should save my money and go home...Holy crap this is a long story.....Hopped on a bus down the hill....I'm not walking that shit again...Oh, I forgot to mention the 4" blister I had on the bottom of my foot had ripped open and I was in agony.....Right, caught the bus to the tube station where I almost got a concussion because the bus driver slammed on the brakes TO STOP FOR THE FREE RIBENA JUICE BOXES. Then got yelled at by the same bus driver because I hit the bell to for a stop that was closed.....I may have had a particular four letter word for him as I got off the bus. Really annoyed with myself that I didn't have a snarky comment about the Ribena stop not being closed.....A-hole.
Spent the rest of Thursday pretty much feeling sorry for myself. But did get a message for another job interview....That helped a lot ; )
Friday went and met Sarah about a nannying job 5 minutes from a tube station. Right now it takes me over an hour to get to the tube. So that alone makes the job dreamy. And again, things went really well. I'm hoping to hear back from her on Monday.
Today, went to Wimbledon with Aimee.....But will finish this tomorrow. I'm so tired and need to sleep.
Hope this wasn't just rambling and you were able to piece together some sort of story!!!
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