‘Tis the end of the half term break here in London, which means it’s back to doing the hard slog of hour long tube rides – journeys that allow your face and nostrils to accumulate the most amount of grime in the shortest amount of time possible, visible to the naked eye – only to be rewarded with half pay (because as a teacher, I am not above the duties of a nursery nurse – hey, I gotta make a livin’ somehow).
This week I accomplished little in the sense that I didn’t get too far out and about, but I did accomplish a lot in terms of journey planning. I bought a map of the UK, which is currently pinned up on the notice-board in the kitchen. Two lonely drawing pins adorn its centre indicating the places I have been so far. One pin stabs through the heart of London, which leaves me smirking the way people do when they’ve just discovered that they have been incorrectly given the Paradise Platter at a fancy restaurant when they really just ordered the chowder, and some fat bloke at the next table gets your chowder, then later is asked to fork out the $79.90 for the meal that you have eaten and he has not, which incidently, you failed to mention to the waiting staff, while the fat bloke tries to get the staff fired because of their incompetence, every time I saunter past to refill my cuppa. The other pierces the heart of Oxford, which I wouldn’t normally approve of, but hey, it’s an everyday map with no voodoo curse that I know of, so we can safely assume that there is no gargantuan metal rod lodged in the middle of the beautiful city, while the sky is blotted out by the umbrella-esque cap of the humble drawing pin.
Hopefully the next destination I pierce through the heart and leave whimpering with the anguish and yearning that is so often experienced in the wake of my departure will be down south, so I’m saving up over the next couple of weeks to head off on a bus (way cheaper than trains apparently, thanks Kath!) and spend a weekend sunning myself in what I can only imagine to be a pommy version of Penguin. If that’s the case then I really don’t think I’ll be doing that much sunning. I might be doing a lot of sight-seeing though, because according to my newly acquired guidebook, there’s a lot of things to gawk at down there.
In other news, I’m at Keat’s Library (remember the poet? There are a lot of Keat’s related things around Hampstead), and I’m using the net for free! Beats using the net for half an hour at a time for £1. I have also discovered that this is the first place that will let me use a CD, so next time I come here I’ll be able to put some pics on! Hurrah! I bet something goes wrong and I won’t be able to do it. Typical.
Another thing: Why don’t any of these computers have any kind of instant messenger installed? Why!
Tally ho, and all that.