Home now.
Had a good weekend filled with snuggling
shevek and exploring Bath and doing Stuff(tm). On Saturday, we went for lunch at Thai Balcony, which easily does the best beef panang I've had and has a stunning décor to boot. Then we wandered into Bath and there were lots of shiny things to look at. Lots of meandering and looking at pretty things (including a stand that sold insects in acryllic. There was a clear acryllic globe, about 5 inches in diametre, which held a full grown brown scorpion. She was stunning. She was also a bit expensive, so instead I bought two earrings, both holding a small scorpion in acryllic. Sooooo shiny.).
And then there was a flea market (where I bought another shiny), an overstuffed second hand clothes shop (where I got a stunning Chinese dress), and the Guild Hall, where
shevek acquired a zip for the new dress and I bought most of Kathy Reichs' books. The evening was spent lounging, watching telly and watching
shevek enjoy themselves mending things. It was lovely.
Today was mostly spent travelling back home and the less said about this the better. I will say the following:
I do not enjoy travelling on Sundays at the best of times. Travelling on a Sunday on British trains; packed into what feels and smells a lot like an overstuffed sardine can on wheels; a stray child humping my leg and generally trying to use my coat for a game of 'Let's hide from daddy'; and controlled by someone who's got the microphone technique of an epileptic banana, is not, and I think you may be tempted to agree with me here, the best of times.
All in all, I am home. I have tea and in a bit I shall have a beer. Maybe I'll be bad and have two.
Had a good weekend filled with snuggling
And then there was a flea market (where I bought another shiny), an overstuffed second hand clothes shop (where I got a stunning Chinese dress), and the Guild Hall, where
Today was mostly spent travelling back home and the less said about this the better. I will say the following:
I do not enjoy travelling on Sundays at the best of times. Travelling on a Sunday on British trains; packed into what feels and smells a lot like an overstuffed sardine can on wheels; a stray child humping my leg and generally trying to use my coat for a game of 'Let's hide from daddy'; and controlled by someone who's got the microphone technique of an epileptic banana, is not, and I think you may be tempted to agree with me here, the best of times.
All in all, I am home. I have tea and in a bit I shall have a beer. Maybe I'll be bad and have two.