omnia mutantur

I could tell you about yesterday.
I did go to Convent Garden. When I arrived, there was a singer singing "that aria" from Carmen, and I smiled. Then, she launched into the Flower duet from Lakhme, and I launched into tears... I had to leave before completely embarrassing myself in front of masses of tourists. Bloody hormones.
Next door, at the Jubilee Market, they had a fleamarket, although I hesitate to call it that - it was more of an antiques market. Fascinating stuff, from Roman coins to 1960s ashtrays and everything in between. I got a few bits and bobs for my parents there.

Then, after watching a fantastic string sextet play (like, Vivaldi's Winter, and in a tempo that made me pale), and finally getting a Sonic Death Monkey, I made my way back to the Tower. On foot, mind you, past St Paul's where I had a little lunch.

I could tell you about the yummy Indian dinner we had last night. The food was good, the service not so much - you could tell the one waiter was overworked.

I could tell you that I finally found out what's so great about Top Gear, that I giggled my way through a rerun of an old episode of QI, or that I watched breakfast TV this morning, including something called Brain-Jitsu.

But you don't really want to know all that, do you? ;)
If you know me at all, you've probably guessed by now that yes, I got the job. Starting at the end of the month, I will live and work in London, and I will cross a bridge daily that others pay money to go to. I will be asked by tourists to take their picture with the landmarks (in fact, I already have been asked thrice today). I hope I will never be blase about it.

Thank you everyone for the good thoughts and well-wishes, I was floating on a wave of emotional support.

And do you want to know the weirdest thing? During my job interview, the Boss Lady and I talked about Doctor Who and Torchwood... Talk about a good working environment.

This, as Idahoswede said, will be one interesting summer.