Picture this - it's been 2 months, 1 day and a number of hours since I last saw Cat and Clare. I'm REALLY excited about seeing them, and as I head off with the boys to the Broadway market I'm so excited I'm practically wriggling out of my skin. Which is really annoying everyone. Hahaha. I'm stoked because we have a really nice hotel booked down the road, and as a surprise I'm buying us some breakfast treats to have the next morning before our early flight to Dublin!

As we stroll through the market (and the sky opens up with rain) I get a call from the hotel. There's a problem they inform me. A big problem. The room I have booked is flooded and uninhabitable. Awesome I think, just awesome. They tell me they are going to find an equivalent room and I tell them that so long as it is in Islington then I don't mind.

So, this morning we've all ridden our bikes down to the market (I say our bikes, but I was riding Cammy's and lord knows I still get petrified when ever I see a car on the road when I'm pedaling!) and when we go to leave some horrible person has stolen the seat off Stretch's bike!!! Not a good start to the day!

So, on the way home I get a call from the hotel saying they've found another room, but it's not the area that I want, so the boys suggest we all stay at theirs for the night, and I get a refund. Then the fun and games begin with trying to sort that out (eventually after much running around by me it was all sorted).

I know the girls flight is supposed to get in around 4pm so I'm waiting and wriggling and waiting. By 5pm when I haven't heard anything I get a little nervous, and then by 6pm I've hit panic mode… The boys calm me down and at around 7pm I get a message from the girls so run off to meet them at Old Street station!

The girls elect for a quiet night in after their long journey. Now, I think I've told you about quiet night's in… as soon as someone says that I know I'm due to be out past midnight, and waking up the next morning feeling very sorry for myself. Sure enough, after we polish off the 2 bottles of wine I've bought for us, we end up going to a house party up the road where we polish off a bottle of Black Ice each. Now when I say a bottle, they're double the size of back home… clearly it's a quiet night. So quiet in fact that the girls and I run off to the pub down the street and get a shot each before going back to the house party, where of course we stay til around 1am. Of course, us being us, we are the only people dancing (for a while) but are having a great time. Finally we tear ourselves away and make it into bed, where we are woken up by 2 very loud and drunken housemates coming home at 3:30am. We're up at 7am the next morning, feeling very sorry for ourselves, and hauling all of our things into the cab which takes us to the airport for Ireland!

And so begins the adventures over the next 3 weeks!