It’s a demonstration of how very much I liked the first book in this series, Rivers of London (see my review) that I immediately jumped into the second – something I rarely do. Blessedly, it’s just as good as Rivers: full of rich detail and wit. (Yes, Peter does do something fairly stupid in Soho…but what young man doesn’t make stupid decisions when hot women are involved?… >> Read more
My first thought on waking to our last day in the UK was:
‘Holy crap did she set off the smoke alarm again?! That’s the third time!’
But it was just the obnoxious alarm clock going off like a banshee. Theoretically, I could have slept for another half hour but it was never going to happen after that adrenaline rush.… >> Read more
Our train got in at 10:30 last night so I went to bed late (1:00ish I think), which was a bit unfortunate as the smoke alarm went off at what my watch told me was 9:30 in the morning.
It is a feature of my relationship with smoke alarms that my first thought upon awakening was not ‘Oh God where’s the fire?!’ but ‘Fer chrissake where’s a chair so I can turn that damn thing off.’
This is a thought that has not failed me yet; there was, needless to say, no fire.… >> Read more
There was a small, polite, very British sign on Dickens’ desk that said PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH; but sometimes one has to embrace one’s stereotypes, so in full knowledge of my crime I reached out and gave it a good rub. I’m American, we’re uncouth. Right?
Also, it’s Dickens’ own bloody desk. Where he wrote his last paragraphs of Edwin Drood.… >> Read more
==7:41==This symbol makes me happy.
We’d thought that today ought to be a museum day, but when we got up it was so utterly beautiful out that I whined ‘I don’t wanna be inside!’ and we decided to go to the Camden Town Markets instead.Camden is the site of the Camden Lock. The Camden Stables Market is decorated with a herd of fine bronze horses – this one helping a shopkeeper display her wares.… >> Read more