Yep, there is that brick wall...
I had the most amazing time earlier this week at the V&A. Awesome time at Hampton Court Palace yesterday. A truly bittersweet but wonderful visit with myladyswardrobe, edmndclotworthy and their baby, Bilbo. I was able to get some photographs that I believe will be very helpful in my research as well as helping others. I got to see the awe in Arilyn's face as she took in everything we experienced at the V&A, seeing The Bostocke Sampler, one she had only ogled in photos before. A lot of good moments, great memories, and yeah there are those photos.
There were a few negatives during the trip though, but nothing that derailed it completely. Managed to deal with a stupid Tom Tom that had a broken power cord and had to constantly be fiddled with to keep it running. Got stuck in traffic so bad that people were getting out of their cars and laying out on their hoods and roofs to get a tan and had to completely reschedule our HCP trip to another day. Hotel had no AC and a horribly lumpy bed with flat pillows. Aside from any of those annoyances, however, I had a wonderful, wonderful time.
Then I got word that Brian wrecked my 84 Jag this morning on his way to work. If they had hauled him off in an ambulance I could at least be worried about him, but as it is I feel like I just hit a brick wall. You know, the one you don't see because you are so busy looking at the beautiful roses. Whatever. My baby, my precious. And no, this was not an accident caused by someone else. It was caused by HIM. And the brakes that I told him to fix? Yeah, he never got around to it. I just want to cry.
There were a few negatives during the trip though, but nothing that derailed it completely. Managed to deal with a stupid Tom Tom that had a broken power cord and had to constantly be fiddled with to keep it running. Got stuck in traffic so bad that people were getting out of their cars and laying out on their hoods and roofs to get a tan and had to completely reschedule our HCP trip to another day. Hotel had no AC and a horribly lumpy bed with flat pillows. Aside from any of those annoyances, however, I had a wonderful, wonderful time.
Then I got word that Brian wrecked my 84 Jag this morning on his way to work. If they had hauled him off in an ambulance I could at least be worried about him, but as it is I feel like I just hit a brick wall. You know, the one you don't see because you are so busy looking at the beautiful roses. Whatever. My baby, my precious. And no, this was not an accident caused by someone else. It was caused by HIM. And the brakes that I told him to fix? Yeah, he never got around to it. I just want to cry.