*holding out good thoughts for Cat getting there!*
(And aditu_az, when you get home and get to read this - I got my comics! Thank you soooo much! (Although because my postie is a sweetheart she didn't want to bend them so took them to my neighbour's house instead. So I was just treated to a light-hearted ribbing about reading comics at my age... *g*)
ETA - latest phonecall:
Cat: So I just got out at Tottenham Court Road and am walking down New Oxford St.
Me: Hang on, I'll get to the site.
Cat: I have no idea where this is! I can't see it anywhere!
Me: Okay, okay, the site says 36-38 New Oxford St.
Me: No - Thirty six to Thirty eight (*curses accent that confuses people*)
Cat: Okay... 36... Okay... OH!!! I CAN SEE IT!!! I SEE IT!!!
*phone goes dead*
I think that means she's there? *g* (And dontcha love the fact that I'm in rural Ayrshire, I've been to London around five times in my life and yet I'm the one giving directions? Hee!)
edit at 10:15 Phone rings.
Sho answers: Hello?
Sho hears: "Welcome to my house, buckle up tight..."
Sho swears: CAT! I LOVE YOU!!!!!
Seriously Cat, do I need to get down on bended knee 'cause I will!
FINAL EDIT 11.30 ALL IN CAPS BECAUSE OMFG!!!!!!!!!!
CAT? WAS THAT STEVE? IT SOUNDED LIKE STEVE!!!
I JUST SPOKE TO STEVE FREAKING CARLSON?!!!!
(AND HE ASKED ME WHAT I WAS WEARING?!! OH MY GOD CAT? YOU NOW OWN ALL OF MY SOUL THAT IS NOT OWNED BY JOSS OR KRIPKE....