Day 2

I woke up at 6am. What's that all about??? You know, that "Badabing! Helloooo world!" kind of awake that only happens when you're a guest somewhere and you don't know where the teabags are or how the telly works. Gah! The telly here apparently has about six gazillion channels and Andy isn't even sure how to work it so I wasn't bally well having a go, it'd probably have blown up or got stuck on the Military channel (yes, such a thing actually exists. God bless Americay!) or something.

At a more civilised hour Andy made me pancakes for breakfast, with maple syrup and strawberries. Yuuuuummmmmmmy! All that carb floored me though and, despite the massive cup of stupidly strong coffee I'd just drunk, I had to go back to sleep for a bit.

Yup, so far it's been eating and sleeping. For me this is a very good holiday :oD

In keeping with the American themed food it was hot dogs for lunch. Not the farty kind though, phew! The dogs are actually Pitbulls, I knew it had bull in it somewhere and my brain wasn't working yesterday ok? Grunt (the fragrant one) and Jake (the puppy) are lovely but I've been warned not to let Grunt lick my face because he drinks from the toilet. Eeeeuw! You don't get that problem with cats!

After lunch we headed to Children's Hospital for Andy to pick up some stuff from his work and visit his cousin. I saw the lab where all the piss is taken and I met a few of Andy's colleagues who all seem like a decent bunch. On the way I spotted the number plate above, I'm so easily amused!


After that we took a wander and went past Fenway Park, the home of the Red Sox baseball team. Ooooh! This is a big deal to Bostonians. Yesterday we watched the American version of Fever Pitch (which was pretty poor except for 2 testicle jokes) so I had an inkling of how seriously Bostonians take their baseball. Jebus! It's only a game!

Then we went for this famous pizza that I've been hearing about for weeks. The Aegean at Penguin Pizza. A massive expanse of thin pizza base with feta cheese, fresh slices of tomato, sliced black olives and fresh spinach. It lived up to its reputation by the way. It was absolutely delicious and I washed it down with Hoegaarden. *urp* JASON WHITE!!

Tomorrow we might actually get around to doing the tourist bit and I may take some pictures that aren't just an excuse for a cheap laugh - but don'tcha just love those!

Hellooooo!

Well, I made it. Hoorah! Here I am in Boston. And I'm still awake! It's 8:25pm over here, which makes it about 1:25am in good ol' Blighty. Cripes!

I did opt for trying to get some sleep before my flight at stupid o'clock but was so paranoid about sleeping through the alarm that I kept waking up anyway. I'd like to take this opportunity to salute the good blokes who made it possible for Costa coffee to be open at half past five in the morning. Keep up the good work lads!

Heathrow was big and confusing but I made it to the right terminal and made it on to the right flight. Go me! I was slightly squiffy at 10:30am because I had imbibed rather a lot of duty free rum as several people had recommended getting drunk to aid sleep. It worked and I dozed off during take off!

I was slightly put out when I woke up a little later with a hangover and found that all the movies seemed to be a few months old and I'd seen them all... until I found Cinema Paradiso. Bonus! And it wasn't the director's cut. Double bonus! It's lovely but about an hour too long and, strangely, not as good as the cinema version. I dozed off half way through but when I woke up I found it playing on another channel and at just the point I had conked out at. What luck.

My luck held as my bag had been taken off the plane before the carousel broke down. I couldn't suppress a few utterances of "sweeeet" as I manhandled my bag past all the disgruntled travellers and gleefully scuttled out of arrivals.

Andy met me at airport. Yay! I was, and have been, totally spaced out through lack of sleep though so most of the journey to his house was spent squinting into the sunshine. Yup, it's lovely and sunny here. Whoopee!

Andy's looking after his landlady's 2 dogs at the moment, 2 Staffordshire bull terriers. They're lovely and friendly, but slobbery in that way that dogs are. Yeuch! One of them does the most toxic farts too. Oh Lordy!

Anyhoo, now we're settling in to watch Serenity cos Andy hasn't seen it but I have so it doesn't matter if I doze off again. The duty free rum'll be coming out again too. Yay! Then we'll see what adventures tomorrow brings.

Oh God, the dog's just pumped again! Aaaargh! Better go.

Nighty night xxx