Break a leg or three

Oh, my knees, my kingdom for some knees. Today was DAY ONE of my work experience in London and it was epic but I am completely and utterly and butterly destroyed. My feet are soup and my legs are houmous. My brain is a puddle. Puddlebrain. Wheeeeee.

It all begun with me arriving in London and seeing a mouse. A MOUSE. He was a very polite mouse and I gave him a wink. I spend my evening getting on all the tubes at once and eating and pretending to be a cat. The next morning I got the tube to my work destination early in the hope of aquiring EPIC BREAKFAST but it's a really posh area and they only have refined sausage 'baps'. BAPS. WHAT IS THIS PLACE. I protested by calling them cobs but the Italian lady serving me just looked at me like tumbleweed. I then went next door and bought half a kilo of carrots because I was in a carroty kind of mood and wandered over to the auction place, carrots in tow. Because there's no better way to make a good first impression than vegtables!

My day was spent doing condition reports on lots of antiques, lots of them Oriental and lots of them very breakable. BUT I BROKE NOTHING. NOT EVEN ALMOST. Including myself and we all know how easily I break (cough, oh, broken bone, sad face etc). I also wrote about competitor's websites (as I obviously have the best website in the entire universe ever and know everything ever ever ever) and talked to a man about STAMPS. My skills are endless. I ate a lot of carrots too. Did I mention the carrots? There were a lot of carrots in my life today. Maybe I'll wake up in the middle of the night and think it's Thursday lunchtime. We'll see, we'll see.

Tomorow IT'S AUCTION DAY so I will be awake FOREVER. I have no idea how I'll manage because I'm on flat battery now and today was the quiet first day, oooeee. I'm sure however my autopilot mode will come out and my brain will storm on through the waves of DASATINIB SAYS SLEEP NOW and I will discover the new continent of not falling asleep covered in carrots (guess what I did today). I think I'm writing a buyer's guide to stamps and doing more antique photography and examination and more not breaking things. It's a MYSTERY. The bigger mystery is how I managed to feign knowledge to several customers, oh yes, this is a vase, this is a case, isn't it shiny, this thing is made of stuff, let me find my keys (oh yeah, they trust me with keys to the expensive cabinet). Everyone is impressed by keys. Shut up.

I may be plum tuckered but it was definitely worth it, I've never been surrounded by so many things I'd like to buy and everyone there is very nice. The only major problem I've discovered is me not being able to walk in a straight line means it's sometimes a bit difficult to navigate down the tightly packed rows of old stuff. But I am getting better at it. One day I will walk like a normal person!

Washtime now. Then sleeptime. Then get up at the crack of dawn and eat 24 pancakes because some idiot didn't check the use by date...

Constanze :) xXxXx

P.s OH MY GOD MY LEGS HURT TIMES A MILLION WHY DO I HAVE NO LEGS. I have carrots and expensive tea though so it's not all bad :)