I'm home! It was arduous, and next time I fly internationally I'd like to be wealthy enough to fly first class. Now on to the post, in which there will be ( Welcome Rests, Forgotten Sandwiches, Gay Scotland Yard Detectives, Unattended Luggage, Angry Seatmates, Dubious Immigration Inspectors, Imaginary Friends, Smuggled Biological Imports, and other Sundries of International Travel )

It's my last day in the UK. It was sunny today, and beautiful, so I went for a walk around Huddersfield while DK worked. I wandered all over, and saw lots of bobbies in tall hats about in pairs, as there was a football (or possibly rugby, I wasn't quite sure) match in town today.


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I seem to have lost the zest for writing here. No, wait, I've never had a lot of zest to begin with. Yes. That sounds more true. If that's the case, though, why do I write? Obviously I must have some zest, some drive, some source of inspiration that motivates me. Yes. That also seems true. Quite a bit, actually, which puts the lie to that first ( Read more... )

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.


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I might be the world's most sad tourist. When I went to Japan a few years ago, I was sick for most of the trip and did a lot of just hanging around in bed with media and friends. Here I am in the UK, and I had all these plans to do walking tours of Huddersfield while darksideofstorm was at work, and instead I've been sick, hanging around in bed reading and ( Read more... )

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Bronchitis while on vacation is lame. Fortunately darksideofstorm has been completely understanding and kind about it, and given me some cough syrup called "Chesty Cough" which makes my inner ten-year-old boy snigger. I think it should be a drag name. I've actually been sick pretty much since I got here, and yes, I'm on antibiotics already. Good thing I brought ( Read more... )