The Book of Sifty

Dossing 4:24AM

Okay a tight time frame today. Yet again.

I see he is no longer ""fuzzy and warm"", a veritable frenzy of activity? What brought this about?

Passport arrived yesterday with a banging on the door at 8am, awaking me from my slumber. One of the disadvantages of ""dossing"" (Dossing = sleeping for free or very little cost on peoples floors and couches) is that you live the extremes of the whole flat. If one person decides to stay up late drinking, the lounge being your room too, you end up staying up late. My current room mate, on the other couch is a teacher. She gets up at the ungodly hour of 6am. So I always end up sleeping in. Still the flat is wicked fun. There is a constant stream of people through and plenty of travelling tales and adventures to get you enthused. Saturday night a friend of Marcus's turned up for about 8 hours between flights. (He probably spent longer at the pub with Marcus than at the flat). He turned up again today with his girlfriend to stay for a few days. On Sunday the roll call was the regular flatmates Poh and Marcus, myself and Veronika (another ""dosser""). Tanya, a flight attendant was away for the night on a flight to Malta, and Surrey (Shares lounge with me) had missed her plane back from watching the rugby in Ireland. Surrey turned up at 2am having had a mission with the ferries. By Monday it was a full house with Geraldine and Tanya back, and by next Tuesday there will another two.

Anyway in my returned passport was a shiny new visa.

So begins a new phase. A slightly scary one for me, beginning at 9am next Wednesday at Heathrow airport.

3310 will be in effect shortly. Chill.