Day 1

I caught the snow falling for five minutes or so outside my and Katy's bedroom window today when we were napping between orientation lectures. One of the speakers this morning told us that the English are obsessed with the weather, and so far thats proven to be true. There's only a centimeter of snow on the ground, and yet there have been airport delays and cancellations and everyone complaining and trodding around in boots. While sitting in the cab yesterday my nostrils were suddenly filled with the overwhelming stench of cat litter. "Smell that, miss?" my Scottish cab driver asked; "the stores are running out of salt, and so people are dumping cat litter all over their icy walks." The temperature is always around 30 degrees though, and the snow is merely a decorative layer, so I really can't complain considering I've come from a place where everything is a few feet deep in snow, and my thermometer was regularily reading below -10 Jet lag is killing us. It's 7:3opm on a Friday night and we're beyond ready for bed. We're going to run to Tesco for some honey and PG Tips (tea that costs like 39p for 40 bags) just to stay awake. We're going to wake up early and do some sightseeing as we have the whole day off!