24 January, Saturday: Up at 8. No sign of a cold. Maybe it’s all the painting going on in my building—allergies. My front door still has the new paint smell and they did my hallway yesterday. Well, I can only hope that’s what it was. I’m sitting at Starbucks having coffee and feel fine.
Today I must do laundry, clean, pack for the trip and work on a weekly report that’s due Monday. Guess it’s very fortunate I feel so good.
As I sit drinking coffee—it hit me how many people here buy flowers. No matter what store I’m in, people buy bunches of flowers with their groceries or stop by flower stalls outside. I don’t notice it nearly as much in the US.
Also the politeness, it extends to glances as well. I’d already talked about eye contact not happening with strangers, but it’s beyond that. A couple was arguing rather loudly in Sainsburys as I was having my coffee and no one looked but me, this nosy, ill-mannered American.
Later—I’ve been doing laundry, the machine both washes and dries. It’s been 2.5 hours and my towels are still in there. Doesn’t actually “dry” them, but rather “damps” them. Most things have to be hung up a bit after removing from the dryer. No complaints, though. I’m just grateful to have the machine in my flat.
Shopped for flat sheets. Hard to find here. People don’t use them. Rather—they use a fitted sheet and then a duvet cover on top. Carole said her folks use a flat sheet but they’re the only ones she knows.
The flat sheet was twice as expensive as the fitted and is huge enough for a queen sized bed. I think it’s actually made to be a non-fitted bottom sheet and be tucked in. But I’m using it as a top sheet.
At least it will lessen the frequency of washing the duvet cover. Getting the comforter in the cover wasn’t easy.
A couple of bad things today. First of all, I pressed disconnect on the AT&T button on the computer and walked away, thinking I’d disconnected from the Internet. Five hours later, I tried to call BT and noticed the phone was making a funny noise. Then I noticed the computer was still connected. And BT charges by the minute. Oh, crap. I asked BT if I could get the charges reversed, but no, they said it was human error, quite rightly. And I have to pay the price. Shoot. And I sure will pay it. I certainly won’t ask my company to pay that part of the bill. I feel rotten about it. Always makes me sad when I do something really stupid. Guess I’m sad a lot. Nah, just kidding. I’m seldom sad, even when I’m stupid—or maybe because I’m stupid. Ha—that made me smile.
The second bad thing was that I can’t get BT Broadband because you have to get a 12 month contract. I’m so very bummed about that, I can’t tell you how much I was looking forward to being able to work more quickly at home and also to be able to use my webcam so my grandkids could see me when we talk.
I can check out some other ISPs that provide Broadband. Many of them have monthly plans. Will do so when I get back from Ireland.
Cleaned a bit today, shopped, did laundry and watched a few movies. Tonight will finish packing for tomorrow.
Posted at 7:13 PM UK time
Saturday, January 24, 2004
Journal of my five month stay in the UK.
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