Swinging it to London

This Thursday was a day of the most bizarre. Things and people got lost and found again in the strangest places and under the weirdest conditions.
Let me tell you all the story - if this frigging laptop let's me, cos it keeps crashing..
Paul and Hyunsoon left Berlin at the new Berlin mainrr station, hugging me, asking me to come and visit them in Seoul, and secretly passing me an envelope with 120 Euros. Wow! This money came in handy later in the day.
I got the rubber duck for Rubberduck, meeting Gabi at ver.di was nice as always, the food in my fridge was taken over by her, Christel will look after the flowers - everything worked out fine.
Until I tried to take a picture, and the battery didn't work. Well, the recharger was missing. Guess where it was found later in the day? In Sami's kitchen in Riihimaeki! What a nice reason to go back and get it!
So I had to buy some more of those old fashioned films, and take my old camera with me. That was done pretty fast, and I checked my mail, and was done with Berlin.
I thought
Hah!
Tax office troubles! How I like this! It's the last thing on earth I'd love to do, actually, especially three hours before take-off!
Hrrrrmpphhh
That being dealt with, and my flat nice and tidy to get dusty and dirty again until I'm back, I closed and locked the door, and was off to Schoenefeld.
The flight was late! No problem: that way I had a chance to actually see Lovas getting out his plane coming from Madrid, but with no way of meeting him. :-(
The flight was gorgeous, with the brightest multicoloured sunset, but waiting at Luton airport for passport controls was tiresome. And no chance to call my host Targaryen.
We had agreed I'd call him as soon as possible, so that he'd know when to leave his flat in Islington, and come to meet me at Victoria Station.
When I finally was allowed to phone, there was no Targaryen aka Fernando answerng my call, only a blxxx machine. Hmmm
I grabbed my luggage, got one of the last seats in the next bus leaving, and tried to call him all the way to London. To no results but answering machine comments.
After a busride that took almost as long as the flight had, I got off at Victoria Station, looking forward to seeing Fernando again after five weeks - but no Fernando waiting at the busstop. Hmmm
By now it was 1:30 am. I waited. I waited some more.
I looked around the several busstops and stations, even the train station. No Fernando awaitng me with open arms. Hmm
He should be at home.
Took a taxi to Islington. The taxidriver understood not one word of my wonderful english, but managed to drive me to the flat all the same. No Fernando at home. And the nice driver told me, this was no area for a nice lady to stay and wait in the middle of the night. Hmmm
Then he drove off.
It was 3 am by then.
I was lucky, found another nice taxi driver, who took me to a hotel, supposed to be low budget. Hah! London! Low budget!
This is where the 120 Euro came in. And off they went on a small bed in a small room. But: with coffee. :-)
So I finally went to bed at 4 am (which in Germany would have been 5), hoping to find Fernando the next day through Internet and HC. If not, I'd have to look for another host. Hmmm
Well, that was Thursday...