Thursday, June 12, 2008

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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Blogger Zhoen said...

0dark30.

June 13, 2008 at 12:32:00 AM GMT+2  
Blogger Udge said...

Surprisingly bright, actually: I'd forgotten how far north London is: it was broad daylight as I got up.

June 13, 2008 at 3:20:00 PM GMT+2  
Blogger Lioness said...

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.

June 16, 2008 at 7:41:00 AM GMT+2  
Anonymous @nnette said...

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.

June 16, 2008 at 10:50:00 AM GMT+2  

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