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
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
We have a list a mile long of things to see in London so we’re trying to batch things together so we don’t have to backtrack. Today we went southeast to what I think was the Belgravia neighborhood. Lovely bright unLondony weather again!
First the Victoria & Albert Museum:
I didn’t see the ‘no photos’ sign at first. (I had been going by the fact that I could hear beeping cameras but no complaining docents).… >> Read more
Nothing particularly amusing happened today, because I met with my dear friend Kate (who is going to school in London) and we amused ourselves.
Firstly she took me to go see the Changing of the Guard:
This was the only moment when I had a view of anything.
Kate said that the story is, Queen Vic instituted the Changing after discovering all of the guards drunk.… >> Read more
I was awakened by the badger again this morning at 4:00am. Apparently he demands to be fed three times a day. I tried appeasing him with thoughts of the delicious-looking gluten-free bread we got at Sainsbury’s last night, which had an appointment with some scrambled eggs in the morning; or the gluten-free crumpets (!!) that were engaged to some lemon curd.… >> Read more
Why should you not eat gelato for dinner? Because you will wake up at 3am with a small voracious badger gnawing at your stomach lining, that’s why. I tried comforting myself with thoughts of the leftover steak and potatoes I could have for breakfast in just five short, short hours (I had this plan of getting up early-ish). But the badger was not having it.… >> Read more
Not our plane, but it’s sitting there just waiting to have its picture taken so who am I to disappoint.
In theory our plane should start boarding in 15 minutes, but I’m not sure it’s even here yet. That’s okay; we’re still drying off.
We left my apartment just over three and a half hours ago, for the one-block walk to catch the airport express bus, only to realize as we stepped outside that the sidewalk in the correct direction is closed.… >> Read more
Well…wait a sec.
It seems likely that if you’re reading this, you are a friend or relative of mine. But maybe you’re just a passing acquaintance who went all googly-eyed when you learned that I was going to either, generally, England and Wales, or, specifically, the Doctor Who Convention. Hi there.
(Yes, knowing that I’m going to be in the same room as Stephen Moffat makes me feel googly-eyed too.… >> Read more