So much cake...

Ugh, Blogging.

My cousin arrived here in Eastbourne on Wednesday night, and since then we've been exploring and shopping and preparing for PARIS. Since Wednesday, I've also been sick. I can't fathom how someone can produce so much mucus, I feel like I'm defying the nature of the human anatomy. Maybe I have a second gland in my nose somewhere. Whatever it may be, it's been quite miserable. I keep downing meds like candy, hoping that this shit can leave within the next two days so I don't scare the French away with my constant honking/nose blowing, but it's looking pretty bad.

Other than the wonderful head cold, things have been pretty swell. Thursday we went into London and went through Harrods, Convent Garden, Hyde Park (we tried to get to Buckingham, but ended up in Speakers Corner..oops) and got to see the wonderful Les Miserables. Les Mis was awesome. It was great to finally see a musical that I've been listening to for ages, and now three days later I still can't get the songs out of my head. We also had some wonderful cake outside of Harrods, which made us sick for the day. I'm sad to say, we didn't learn our lesson.

Friday I took Tayler into Brighton; we went down to the pier, the Laines, and Choccywoccydoodah (seriously, whoever named that chocolate shop deserves to be punched in the face). At the chocolate store we got some hot chocolate (which here is just a melted bar of chocolate mixed with milk) and..for some reason, cake. Afterwards we walked through the rain moaning and thinking we were pretty much going to die there along the boardwalk. So much cake...

Saturday we went up to London again with Jane, and hit up Notting Hill Market with her friend Chris, then we went to St. Pauls Cathedral. While at lunch with Chris, he told Tayler and I about the amazing (what else...) cakes that lined the shops in Paris. He seriously went on for about 3 mintues on how the shop windows were full of pastries and cakes. I'm sad to say that I think that's what I'm looking forward to the most now. Effing cake.

At St. Pauls Jane stayed outside, leaving me and Tayler to explore it ourselves. It was beautiful. However, I was sad to find out that in the crypts of the cathedral there are these lovely ornate marble statues housing the Duke of Wellington, shipcaptains, presidents of the Royal Academy, etc. BUT, Alexander Flemming, discoverer of penicillin, just had a lowly plaque on the wall that could've been easily overlooked. Alexander Flemming. It was sad, I was expecting a monument or something...there were animal gravestones more ornate than his.

After the crypt we went up a billion and five stairs to the very very top of St. Pauls, overlooking the Thames, Millienium Bridge, The Gurken, The London Eye, Tower Bridge, the Globe, the Tate, etc etc. I could've stayed up there all day, it's not many times you're able to get a view like that. After about an hour, we finally went out to get Jane to go home. But not before we went to a cafe and had.....some cake.