home again home again, if not quite all the way

[lagilman]

Home (where 'home' = the house in Lille) from a flying (ok, training) trip to London to see a handful of friends, too briefly and too small a handful. Yes, I know, I need to get back for a longer stay.

As advertised, there was inded a Tube strike, as expected I did indeed get lost trying to find my destination on foot (I was fine until I had to meander down and around small oddly marked streets to find the Square), I have once again mixed beer, cider, and wine (ow), and discovered that suddenly hearing British English around me is more jarring to my ear than French. I have no idea how to parse that. But there was laughter and gossip and catching up and Good Times.

London is not one of "my" cities. It never will be. But I do enjoy visiting it.

And now I am back in time to give the cats dinner, open a bottle of wine, and do something about my own dinner. Yes; in that order.

Comments

[bellinghman.livejournal.com]

I really should have printed off the map for you. Mea culpa, I didn't think till too late.

And of course you feed the cats dinner first. You're not daft.

[lagilman]

Shadow rewarded me by not only sleeping with me last night, but by bringing me her rat*, and leaving it on my pillow. I am taking this as a sign of affection, anyway.




*tattered and shabby, but much-loved and carted around the house like a binky, often left in the middle of the stairs for unexpected discovery.

[klingonguy.livejournal.com]

Welcome back.

See you down at Capclave.

[matticrafts.livejournal.com]

Did I ever tell you that London was the first city I actually liked as well as NYC? That I cried when leaving? That I've resisted going back partially from a $ perspective, but partially b/c I fear I would become an illegal immigrant, given the slightest chance? No, I don't think I did. Well, now I have.