Packing
It won't be the earliest start of my life, thank gods. The journey by train from Paddington to Heathrow allegedly takes only 15 minutes; assuming that to be true, I need not leave the hotel until 5:45 a.m.
It's been a grand week, mostly, and even the not-grand bits were trivial and easily forgiven and forgotten.
Next report from Stuttgart, gods and terrorists willing.
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posted by Udge @ 23:33
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Surprisingly bright, actually: I'd forgotten how far north London is: it was broad daylight as I got up.
Same thing happens in Lisbon, which is one of the reasons I haven't thrown myself in the river with this degree, I think. Plenty of light. I just realised the other day that it is still light out at 21.00. Love it!
Also love the new Henry James quote. And, word.
Ohhh I do hope your trip is simply wonderful! I haven't been on a train in I don't know how long. Somehow a train ride sounds so soothing to me right now.
We used to live near the train tracks and trains would go by several times a day. It was nice to live close enough to hear the whistle and rambling of the train, but not close enough to have the windows shattered.
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