Web Cowgirl 衛 思 維 (webcowgirl) wrote,
Web Cowgirl 衛 思 維
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But I was looking forward to giving up my car. No, really.

Yesterday's long walk with shadowdaddy was most pleasant, culminating in a stroll through a second cemetary and the purchase of two piadinis at the shockingly lovely Baron's Court tube station.

And then we needed to get into town. This weekend, of course, was the Both Lines We Take Normally Are Closed weekend. When the alternate line train finally rolled onto the platform, we discovered that Lo, We Are Not the Only Ones Affected By This, and had a nice half hour ride into town while we were slowly jammed into the car like clowns into a Volkswagen Beetle.

"Well," I said to J,"Now we can indulge in that favorite of all London pasttimes: complaining about the Tube!" But he didn't hear me because his head was jammed in someone's armpit and I was wedged between a giant piece of rolling luggage and the door.

African Queen was a hoot. Who can forget the line, "I pronounce you man and wife. Proceed with the execution." (In fact, I may not be remembering it correctly, but I'll fix it later when I'm not in a rush to get to work.)

I've got four phone interviews today. I am manager, hear me ... whimper.
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