These were my thoughts as I realised, after having overslept by no less than 2 hours, that I had precisely 18 minutes to get a whole four days worth of necessities together, before leaving the house. Not to mention getting washed, dressed and making myself presentable, no wonder I was panicking! I was meant to be going to visit my boyfriend, who I hadn't seen for 8 weeks, at his home in London. As usual I had decided I was too tired to bother organising my stuff the night before, I thought I'd get up early and pack whilst my mind was fresh and awake, I was wrong! So, I began trying to do about three things at once, it wasn't working, mum tried to be useful but she seemed to be getting in my way more than he

I laid in the warm foamy water, the fake tree business really got to me, that was until, I drifted off to sleep. I awoke about ten minutes later to the sound of Paul trying to bash the door down! He was shouting "You OK in there? Hey Sasha are you alright?" After realising what had happened I chuckled and replied, to which he said exhausted "Don't ever do that to me, I thought you'd drowned or something. You nearly sent me to an early grave. Now get out that bloody bath, we're going out in an hour and I want to have a shave."

Walking down the road, under the dim light of the street lamps above, we strolled along hand in hand both shivering in the sheer bitterness of the evening. We reached the high street without seeing a single person, very strange as it was a Saturday evening, as we turned the corner to go towards Camden and the party destination, I saw the most amazing site, the shop windows were all lit up displaying the most over the top Christmas scenes, even though they were what you would expect, there were just so many different variations that it had me transfixed for a few moments, so this is what Christmas is like in London, I thought. Another 10 minutes and we arrived at our destination, in which I knew none of the people I was about to be 'shown off' to. I looked up at what seemed to be the biggest city house I had ever seen, it towered up into oblivion, I remember thinking "God these people must be loaded!". We were ushered into a red hallway, up a set of stairs and through double doors into the 'party' room. There must have been 150 people in there, all making large amounts of noise as could be expected, but as we walked in arm in arm laughing the whole room went silence, I have never been so unnerved in all my life. Then a few people began drifting over and talking to us, breaking the silence, I was introduced to a colossal amount of people, but I remember the first, the host I had guessed, a guy named Ed. I gathered I had made a good impression because all the lads were interrogating me, asking questions left, right and centre. After the first hour or so, people began to drift off back into their separate groups and now, for the first time, was I able to actually spend some time with Josh, it may sound strange to you that, at a massive party, there was only one person I wanted to spend the evening with, but we hadn't seen each other for a while and I knew that if my dad found out, I would never see him again. I reluctantly socialised for a few hours and, to my amazement, I had an amazing time. I met loads of really nice people, whose names are irrelevant really, and when it was time to go, I was pretty much in a legless state, after having consumed about 2 litres of a drink called Red Square and falling victim to the 'dentist's chair' twice. At two am I heard the loud boom of Josh's voice, "Hey, wake up,

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