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It's been busy, hence no update for some time. My parents were visiting, and I admit I was much rather sitting with them sipping wine than sitting in front of the computer.
It is lovely to have my parents here. We were able to catch up and talk; we went into London on Easter Monday, there to meet with an old family friend couple who were in London over Easter and, Easter being where it was this year, also the husband's birthday. The five of us went for a walk along the South Bank, in what was probably the nicest day over Easter (the weather was appalling most of the time). We had lunch at the Anchor pub around the corner from the Globe, standard pub food but very excellent. Although we had planned it, we did not go to Cambridge because, as I said, the weather was appalling and we all agreed that if we were to see Cambridge, it should be a nicer day. Of course, as soon as they left, the weather has picked up - it is now sunny and warm and I am a bit annoyed.
My parents have been here for a week, leaving on Wednesday. I miss them, yes, but I am not as heartbroken as I used to be, especially since I know that we will be seeing each other every two months from now until the new year.
On Saturday, I begged two hours off to watch Doctor Who (two hours my parents spent playing cards, so no harm done). And since Saturday, I've re-watched the episode oh, four times? And rewatched bits a few times more. I like Matt Smith as the Doctor, I like the character of Amelia Pond, I like the incidental music (though I still have to get used to the new theme tune); I like the whole feel of it that, as a good friend agrees, is much more like the old series than the RTD era. In fact, a few times I thought I was seeing the Eight Doctor. I can't wait to see the next episode.
Which might take until Sunday night, because I'm off to York today for the Festival of Writing. I used to be slightly nervous about the event, but that nervousness has been entirely replaced by being nervous about the way I am getting to York. There was supposed to be a rail strike (which has now been called off), so I looked for alternatives and finally settled on a rental car. Now, I've been driving cars since I was 18, oh, so long ago. I have even been driving in the UK. But I have never driven in the UK with a British car - right-hand steering and left-hand stick shift. A taxi will pick me up in half an hour to get me to the rental agency, and I'll drive the car back home to load my luggage - I'll let you know how I got on then.
It is lovely to have my parents here. We were able to catch up and talk; we went into London on Easter Monday, there to meet with an old family friend couple who were in London over Easter and, Easter being where it was this year, also the husband's birthday. The five of us went for a walk along the South Bank, in what was probably the nicest day over Easter (the weather was appalling most of the time). We had lunch at the Anchor pub around the corner from the Globe, standard pub food but very excellent. Although we had planned it, we did not go to Cambridge because, as I said, the weather was appalling and we all agreed that if we were to see Cambridge, it should be a nicer day. Of course, as soon as they left, the weather has picked up - it is now sunny and warm and I am a bit annoyed.
My parents have been here for a week, leaving on Wednesday. I miss them, yes, but I am not as heartbroken as I used to be, especially since I know that we will be seeing each other every two months from now until the new year.
On Saturday, I begged two hours off to watch Doctor Who (two hours my parents spent playing cards, so no harm done). And since Saturday, I've re-watched the episode oh, four times? And rewatched bits a few times more. I like Matt Smith as the Doctor, I like the character of Amelia Pond, I like the incidental music (though I still have to get used to the new theme tune); I like the whole feel of it that, as a good friend agrees, is much more like the old series than the RTD era. In fact, a few times I thought I was seeing the Eight Doctor. I can't wait to see the next episode.
Which might take until Sunday night, because I'm off to York today for the Festival of Writing. I used to be slightly nervous about the event, but that nervousness has been entirely replaced by being nervous about the way I am getting to York. There was supposed to be a rail strike (which has now been called off), so I looked for alternatives and finally settled on a rental car. Now, I've been driving cars since I was 18, oh, so long ago. I have even been driving in the UK. But I have never driven in the UK with a British car - right-hand steering and left-hand stick shift. A taxi will pick me up in half an hour to get me to the rental agency, and I'll drive the car back home to load my luggage - I'll let you know how I got on then.
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