- Kylie and Elizabeth (my wife and daughter, if anyone hasn't figured that out) arrived two weeks ago. Time has been very pleasantly spent with them seeing the sights and getting to know the area.
- I have been sick. Just a heavy cold, but it is no fun.
- My internet connection has continued to be dumb.
Anyhow, I'll let you know how that ends up. In the meantime, I've got a couple of things to get off my chest.
Number one: I love Google, and want to have Larry Page's lovechild, or something. My new discovery today is Google Notebook. So, so cool. Make sure you install the Firefox extension.
Number two: Newspapers. Newspapers are a bit of a status symbol here. I guess they are everywhere, but particularly here, where there are so many to choose from. The spectrum basically has The Times at one end (for the Duke of York, Baroness Thatcher, David Cameron etc) and The Sun at the other (for the football hooligans of the world). The Sun is the newspaper that gave us Page Three Girls. WARNING: This page is very definitely Not Safe For Work. If you don't like pictures of ladies with no clothes on, don't click this link. An explanation without pictures can be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Page_Three_girl. Anyway. What has me puzzled is that last night I saw an elderly lady, easily into her eighth decade of life, if not her ninth, leaving the village store with, tucked under her arm... The Sun. I am just puzzled. What did she think she would find to interest her therein? Oh well.
To quickly get you all up to speed on what has been happening: Weather has been fantastic except for the day we went on a bus tour to Stonehenge and Avebury. Sigh. Kylie and Elizabeth arrived safely, and seem to be over their jetlag. I am told Eliza behaved very well on the flight except for the takeoff from Singapore (at least, I think that is what she means; all she says is, 'A-baa-baa-baa-baa-baa-baa-baa-baa-baa.' Curiously, she has learnt to whisper this.) I start work in around twelve hours time in Bristol.
We have been looking into where to live next. We are very grateful to some good friends who have lent us a house for the first couple of months while we are here, but the time is coming when we will need to find our own place. We started looking in Bath, but quickly decided we could do better elsewhere. Bath was a fashionable place to live 150 years ago, and not a lot has changed; rents are very expensive. We could afford a flat, even a flat in a very desirable location, but we would be paying extra for a location we don't really want. So we are now looking at property in Keynsham. It is more reasonably priced, but in shorter supply. I am sure something will come up, and we are in no desperate rush yet.
2 comments:
On The Press, from Yes, Minister
Jim Hacker: Don't tell me about the press. I know exactly who reads the papers:
The Daily Mirror is read by people who think they run the country;
The Guardian is read by people who think they ought to run the country;
The Times is read by people who actually do run the country;
The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people who run the country;
The Financial Times is read by people who own the country;
The Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by another country;
And the Daily Telegraph is read by people who think it is.
Sir Humphrey: Prime Minister, what about the people who read the Sun?
Bernard Woolley: Sun readers don't care who runs the country, as long as she's got big tits.
Thanks for the thoughtful travelogue. Interesting as always. I particularly like the way the photographs look like they do when I don't have my reading glasses on. It saves a lot of time not having to hunt around for my glasses to look at the photos. Interestingly the Page 3 girls look like high art with my glasses off. Most edifying. Thank you once again.
Jack
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