- On my friend’s A to Z map of Leeds and its environs, “built up” areas are shaded in pink, and any collection of three or more residences not belonging to the same farm counts as “built up,” even if everything around it is countryside. I find this charming.
- While visiting said friend, I went for a couple of runs in her semi-suburban, semi-rural town. These runs included a loop around a “tarn” (which I find cool to say, even though it’s just a pond) and a pass by the end of the Leeds/Bradford airport’s runway. Just as I was going by, a plane came in for a landing. Don’t worry though — Yorkshire is a hilly place, and the runway was actually up above me. I thought it was kind of sublime watching that plane fly so close overhead. The sheep across the road were unimpressed, however.
- We went for a visit to Harewood House, and I wondered, ‘How did they manicure all that lawn in the 18th and 19th centuries? Would sheep alone do the trick?’
- There are three libraries in Harewood and I want them all — especially the one with the secret doors.
- Something I learned: the Leeds to London/London to Leeds train is always crowded.
- Something I learned about myself: I don’t get the point of Big Brother. But I *really* don’t get the point of Big Brother’s Little Brother. A commentary show on a reality show? WTF?
- I cannot find my way around the maze of where I’m staying and it’s just one big building built around a courtyard. I have to figure it out tomorrow or it will drive me nuts.
- There is an angry, or at least irritated, French woman in the room next to me. She’s on the phone chattering away in irritation.
- I heard 8 different languages being spoken in the Tesco across from the Russell Square Tube station, and then I stopped counting. For the record: English, Spanish, French, German, something Middle Eastern which I’m unable to specify, Cantonese, Italian, and something I couldn’t place at all.
- Weirdly, I could understand the woman speaking Spanish in Tesco better than I can understand my French neighbor, and I’ve had many more years of French. Hmm.
- There’s an old man in a flat across from where I’m staying who seems to spend all of his time watching the world go by on the street below. I don’t have a view of this from my room — I look onto a lovely interior garden — but I saw him when I was roaming the halls trying to figure out which toilets and showers were closest to me. If I see him again, I’ll try to snap a picture.
- I have not changed the time on my computer. It’s still in Rust Belt time. I think perhaps I should change it, eh?
That’s it for now. Must unpack!