England is mine and it owes me a living!

I moved with my sister to dirty ol' london in the summer of 2001.
We arrived one day before Aaliyah died in a tragic plane crash and two days before the Strokes had an album release at our favorite indie club Trash. It was mixed feelings the first couple of days, but with a feverish Notting Hill carnival that first weekend we soon caught on to the rhythm and pace of the city. I moved back to stockholm eventually but my dear sister stayed behind. She is very happy there and I visit her whenever I can afford it...
When I was checking-in this thursday British Airways asked me if I wanted to be a volunteer.. Translation: "We have over boked your flight, wait for the next flight that leaves 3 hours after yours and receive a 250 euro check! Sure! Well, unfortunately I boarded my ordinary flight, due to leftover seats, but as a reward for my cooperation I got to fly... BUSINESS CLASS!
A seat that could fit an elephant, loads of drinks, warm food ON A plate, gourmet cheese, more free alcohol... aaah life's good when even the airplane loo is fancy!
My sister cooks the best food, she got her skills from our dad. When I got to hers and her sötnos flat I was pampered with a delicious croque monsieur and sötnos made a brilliant pimm's. I was freezing so she let me borrow her cardigan.My man came with a later flight that was a tad delayed so we had to wait for him at liverpool street station. When he finally arrived we went to the mouthwatering Tas Firis for a kebab and other greasy food. With bags of take away and wine we headed home to inflate the giant mattresses, we we're about to pass out inflating those bastards, but they really saved the nights.. we slept like babies!