i thought the maid stole my bobby pins

(<----- hampton court, king henry VIII old house, 5 minutes from my place)
its true i did, i thought she stole my bobbypins. on our move from our southern london hotel, the gallery hotel, to our new hotel in kingston/hampton wick i lost my beloved bobby pins. i was upset because it was early i was hungry and all i wanted to do was pack up my stuff and head out to the next place....but i couldnt because i couldnt find my bobby pins. i looked everywhere (or at least i thought i did) i blamed england, i blamed my mom, and mainly i blamed the maid for stealing them. i was upset because they are cheap in the states maybe costing a dollar but here here they would be 2 pounds ($4) and your first born child. that is how expensive it is here...hence why i was upset and didnt want to go buy more it would of been a pain. good thing after some ranting and raving i found them under a shirt. haha my bad.
so my mom and i get to our new hotel which by my mother's grand booking happens to be above a pub. sweet you are probably thinking.....well think again, its not so sweet. we could here people all night long being loud and early in the morning when they were throwing away the tons of beer bottles into a metal trash can...they could of been in our room doing it, thats how loud it was. ugh.
well after our tossing and turning of a night's rest my mom and walked the long walk of oh about a block and half to my new home...kingston bridge house. turns out i am sharing a wing, 3D, with 5 other people. three boys (all british) and two more girls (all american)...funny how things work out. nobody else has moved in yet except for me and a girl from iowa who goes to school in virginia ( i instantly thought of mary when she told me this). so once we introduced ourselves i guess you would consider us friends. so i have a friend now....just one but thats ok, fingers crossed i meet more people and they want to be my friend. my mom and i spent the day in the town center which is walk across the thames (2nd largest shopping center in the uk besides london) and got my room all fitted out with a bed set and bathroom things...you know all that stuff.
we spent the rest of the night eating dinner at our new hotel which was right outside the grounds of hampton court (my mom didnt want to spend her last night above a pub...she was better than that she said). so we watched a few good men and laughed at all of the funny british commercials. our favorite one was about parents hitting their children as a form of discipline, it sounds horrible but the name of the show is "i smack and im proud". we liked that. gotta love british television........