Ruminating
Nov. 23rd, 2005 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleYou're all being very helpful, you know. Thank you. And if someone DOES want to come with, tell me now.
So I looked up "Bed and Breakfasts in London" on Google, and came up with a few. There are some that certainly LOOK nice for about £37 (http://www.xe.com/ucc/convert.cgi is my friend!), which would make accomodations much more reasonable, and, thus, my shopping more extravagant. Amusingly, I'm most anxious to be in London on a Tuesday night, so I can go back to Feet First, up at Camden Palace, which is where I spent every Tuesday night of my London Life. I'm sure it's VASTLY different there now, but I'd be interested to see it. I also plan to find the local post office as soon as I get there, so I'm not packing every damned thing I buy into my bags.
This is all if I go, of course.
I just called my Mom to muse aloud at her, and to my great surprise, instead of chiding me-- directly or in-- not to do it, she said, "Well, you know, if you wait until you get closer, you'll probably find some good deals." I find this terrifying. It means, in the language of my convoluted psyche, I may actually do this. I don't have the subtle deterrence of my parents upon which to blame abandoning my plans.
I wish I had the time to go to Scotland AND Ireland AND Paris. But to have that much time, I'd have to take off at Christmastide. O, that I had wings!
ps-- the new Shakespeare: The Biography by Peter Ackroyd that Po gave me is marvelous. And it's giving me many, many ideas.
So I looked up "Bed and Breakfasts in London" on Google, and came up with a few. There are some that certainly LOOK nice for about £37 (http://www.xe.com/ucc/convert.cgi is my friend!), which would make accomodations much more reasonable, and, thus, my shopping more extravagant. Amusingly, I'm most anxious to be in London on a Tuesday night, so I can go back to Feet First, up at Camden Palace, which is where I spent every Tuesday night of my London Life. I'm sure it's VASTLY different there now, but I'd be interested to see it. I also plan to find the local post office as soon as I get there, so I'm not packing every damned thing I buy into my bags.
This is all if I go, of course.
I just called my Mom to muse aloud at her, and to my great surprise, instead of chiding me-- directly or in-- not to do it, she said, "Well, you know, if you wait until you get closer, you'll probably find some good deals." I find this terrifying. It means, in the language of my convoluted psyche, I may actually do this. I don't have the subtle deterrence of my parents upon which to blame abandoning my plans.
I wish I had the time to go to Scotland AND Ireland AND Paris. But to have that much time, I'd have to take off at Christmastide. O, that I had wings!
ps-- the new Shakespeare: The Biography by Peter Ackroyd that Po gave me is marvelous. And it's giving me many, many ideas.