Henrik just left for Stansted airport to catch his afternoon flight back home to Sweden, and I just came back from the post office where I posted some more summer job applications to art galleries in Oslo. Now I am sitting here in my room being just the sort of girl that I hate – moody, sulky and comforting myself with a bar of chocolate just because my boyfriend isn’t around. I am a very independent person relationship-wise, and I know that tomorrow everything is gonna be back to normal – however, the first day without Henrik always feels pretty glum and lonely, my room being disturbingly empty and quiet. I should be practicing for my oral presentation on Wednesday so I don’t spend 4 out of 8 minutes saying “uhm”, “eh”, “well”, “like”, “you know”. I just need a few hours to gather my wits.
Yesterday I took Henrik to see Tower Bridge and the Tower of London – arguably the most famous prison in the world, having accommodated many legendary executions, in addition to housing the country’s crown jewels. I am the biggest sucker for British history ever, having been intrigued by the tales of blood, gore and royal intrigues ever since I was a little child. I have watched the whole of David Starkey’s “Monarchy” on BBC, and I have read the biographies of Elizabeth I and the six wives of Henry VIII. You can say I am a bit of an expert on the subject, and I was practically jumping up and down with excitement every time the Yeoman Warder was about to tell another morbid tale from Britain’s bloody royal history.
I will try to stop sulking soon and get on with my work. After an episode of “Family Guy” and a chocolate bar.