I’m home. Me and my backpack. My suitcases are not. The good news is that I didn’t die on the trip, though I almost got ran over. I also worked hard and was hard worked.
Okay, I give up. I wanted to wrote a nice long post about the trip but my body thinks it’s like 6am and I’ve been up for like 22 hours with a 4 hour nap on a plane, and 18 of those hours were traveling.
Good night.
Okay, I’m sorry that last post was soo… blah, with none of my wit or charm really showing through. I just had to do something and it came out kind of boring.
And that leads me to this post. More photos. I can’t help it though, I just love having a window in the conference room. As I’m locked inside for the weekend, any bit of outside is welcomed.
And yes, these two photos were taken in the same day. England isn’t all dreary, damp, and cold… It just mostly is.
This is deliciousness in little pyramids in a big box. I would have bought some, but I just didn’t.
This is fish and chips. And mashed peas. Mashed peas are kind of strange, but edible. Kind of that blah opinion where I could eat it if I had to, it wasn’t something that was good or bad…
9 fish tanks. It’s three fish tanks making a triangle around a hole in the floor, and then it goes up for three floors.
I titled this one Pain. It went into my ear a whole extra evening. At first it feels good, it just fits just right, but by the end of the weekend, it’s just plain painful.
Yummy, blessed dinner. It was 12am. I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten since lunch and that cheeseburger didn’t last long.
Just look at the size of that tissue box! It’s huge!
Three computers, all doing something important. I felt special.
The other part of my desk, it iPod, the Recording devices, the cd player and the sound board. The rack is just to the right of the board, out of the picture.
And that concludes our tour. Thanks for joining me and send me all your friends.
I slept two hours last night. And I got do do some “sight seeing” today, most of it confined to the interior of one supermarket. There is nothing like a supermarket to make you feel far from home. Things like Brandson Pickles (which is a spread), malt loaf (which I could never find an got fruit loaf instead. I hope it’s close enough. the checker said it was “vey nice” with some tea), and a butt load of the best candy covered chocolates in the world -these all remind you that you are not in Kansas anymore (though you never really were).
And the fact that the prices are all in pounds and pences doesn’t hurt either.
Yep, I’ve spent most of the day exausted but I feel pretty good right now. Go figure.
On the flight yesterday, or today, when ever it was, I read almost 400 pages of my book, Xenocide.