The cattery

So I'm sitting at my desk during my lunch break, eating my peanut butter and JAM sandwich (jelly = Jell-o), when Sara comes over and is like, "Michael left me a note! He went to a pub. Let's go." So I look over at the note and it's this awkwardly drawn map to a pub, complete with a huge X and a "You are here!" designation. We mulled over it for a couple minutes before deciding it was worthless and asking directions from the receptionist downstairs.

We found the group upstairs in the pub and halfway done with their meal. Sara and I went downstairs to order - me a Diet Coke because I had already eaten, and she lasagna and [insert really thick-looking beer here]. I paid for some of her meal because she had helped me through my travel card disaster a few days earlier. Whoops - I forgot to write about that. Basically, I had my month-long travel card at my desk, went over to Sara's side of the room to get her and somehow ended up losing it between then and reaching the tube station. Major disaster that resulted in us being late for class and Clyde telling us that the next time we would have to sing the first stanza of "God Save the Queen."

Sara is fun. She readily admits to everyone that she's clumsy and she told me a story about how she was walking down the steps in the tube the other day when she totally wiped out - like feet flying out in front of her, falling down the stairs wiping out. She said that an old couple rushed over to her and were like, "Honey, are you OK?" And Sara stands up and she's like, "Yup, I'm fine! Happens all the time." On Tuesday, right before we left, Hot Michael told her that she didn't have to come in on Thursday because they'd be needing her desk. "So I want you to work on a project from home," he said. "A project I'll never see." Hot with a sense of humour. Swoon.

Anyway, I came back from my lunch rendezvous and told Fran and Marie where I went, and Fran says, with a characteristic smirk on her face, "Oh... the cattery."
"The cattery?" I repeated.
"Yup."
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, well, the last time we were there, we saw a cat walking out of the kitchen. But don't let that put you off from eating there."

Important lesson I have learned today: That big city in Scotland? Edinburgh? It is not pronounced Ed-in-burg. It is pronounced Ed-in-brrr. "Like brrr, it's cold up here in Scotland!" = Fran.

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