Day One

So, thus far it seems that London is a lot like New York, only everything is just a little bit better (wait, everything? Did I say everything? Except for the people that I LOVE AND ADORE who are reading this right now).

I have a bedroom about the same size as my last. Except that it has a WALK IN CLOSET.



I have a wonderful roommate and a wonderful place to live. Except it’s a HOUSE.



WITH A CONSERVATORY.



I am still a Money Magnet, finding coins everywhere I go. Except the first one I found here was a 20p coin (worth abt 35 cents).



Men still appreciate me when I walk down the street. Except here they are white with fabulous accents. (No, of COURSE I did not turn around and take a picture of the cute men who were hitting on me.)

I got to meet with the Bishop on my first day in the ward. This invitation was extended to me by the ward dreamboat. During the meeting I informed the Bishop I would do all that I could to help the single adults in the ward to get married off.

I practically got to teach Relief Society as I raised my hand repeatedly to correct various pieces of false doctrine which were being taught.

I also got to meet with the Stake President who happened to be in the ward today and who was informed by my roommate that I should be given a stake calling. Stake or ward, it looks like they will be putting me to good use soon! (nursery, nursery, oh pleeeeeese!!!)

Other attractive men came to dinner including one who is going to come and walk me to FHE tomorrow. He’d better, we’ve already gotten physical. (ok, ok, he’s a osteopath and he popped my back. With relish though, I am certain ☺. )



And I found a kindred spirit already, a German gal who just moved into the ward and with whom I am going to put together a single adult conference on dating and male/female relationships.

All in the first day!

So, thus begins a very illustrious and exciting year!