Helen Chick
Thursday 12 Nov
A day that started off being lovely and sunny, but when I allowed myself to escape around lunchtime to do an errand, some sightseeing, and a cache or two, the weather started to deteriorate, and by mid-afternoon it was pouring. I got quite excited in the late afternoon because I was getting some writing momentum going, but it was a bit depressing to head out into the dark and damp when it came time to head home. The story of the day is told in 12 photos, which at last include a couple of the more famous Oxford buildings (I hope to get some better ones before I leave, though). The photos are here.
Re photo 12: Wot? No boot-cleaning elves in Oxford??
It’s the boot-drying elves that I need. The boots are clean … after all, they’ve just been washed … sort of … ish.
The obsession with queues was one of the things I hated the most about living in England. Along with an Englishman/or woman’s lack of inhibition in telling you off if you don’t queue, queue in the wrong direction, form a separate queue in front of the second dispenser/ATM or whatever, or generally act like a normal person. I actually stormed out of a bank branch after being roundly ticked off by someone, cursing as I went in just as loud a voice as I’d been ticked in. I think she referred to me as a colonial too. *^%$#@ English!