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I feel sooo sick.

I hate bad news, I really do :(

although im not gunna mention MY news, my aunt was rushed into surgery and shes fightin for her life....so all my prayers go out to her.


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Ed and I woke early, allowing James to get another hours sleep. We packed up all our stuff and showered, I once again threw up all my food. It was now 8am and we had to be at the airport by 10am. I went to james and shook him awake, his eyes cracked open and he clung to me like a koala as I walked him down to the bathrooms to go potty and get clean.


"maman? when do we go to the London?" he asked me as I bubbled up his hair and scrubbed down his little body.

"soon baby" I said, we didn't want him to be too excited so I kept it on the down low. After James was ready, Ed and I left him playing with some of Sam's old toys on his hospital bed while we went to check out. The woman at the front desk was delighted to hear that we were taking James somewhere else, although im pretty sure we could get done for kidnap, because he most certainly isn't our child.


Time flew by fast, and before long we were on our way to Christchurch Airport, on our way to London. The car ride took longer than usual because of road closures and traffic jams, but the tour was scenic, allowing us to see the damage get lesser as we drove further towards the west side of town.


"PLANE PLANE PLANE!" james yelled out in the back of the taxi as he saw a plane taking off. We had arrived at the airport with half an hour to spare so we checked in and went and sat in a seat which was placed infront of a huge window. James had his face pressed up against the window and his nose was pressed upwards, making him look like a little piggy. There was a security guard who was on the outside of the window, although he was on the ground and we were on the second storey, he saw James face and laughed wildly. James laughed too when he saw the man laughing and his breath fogged up the glass, leaving a pig nose pattern set in the fog.


We watched as  few planes zoomed down the runway, James squealed and we hushed him as we got dirty looks from other tired passengers. Our flight number was called and we walked down into a gate where we handed over our tickets and got onboard, I held James' hand tightly and found our seats. Ed was closest to the window and I was on the outside, we placed james in between us and he smiled from ear to ear.


The plane took off and we were off, ready to start our new London lives. The flight was going to take fourteen hours, that's way too long for a toddler, but we knew James could handle it. The Air-hostess came around occasionally to check that everyone was comfortable and when she got to us, she would smile at james and look at Ed and I, admiring us obviously. The third time she came down the aisle, she carried with her a drawstring bag and handed it to Ed. she smiled and walked away, leaving us with the drawstring bag. Ed opened it and pulled out a coloring book, crayons, a huge cookie and a juice box. He handed james the book and crayons, which he immediately set to work on. His little toddler coloring filled the pages and Ed and I laughed at his concentrated expression.


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SHORT!!!

im sorry! the next one will be longer I promise..

Im just kinda not feeling good so I don't have the ability to write long without getting a monster headache!


cya soon tho

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