Left in sole charge of chickens and Hamish, to amuse a visitor the other god
bundled all except the chickens into a vehicle and drove out into the country.
They object was to taste wine. Hamish was very interested in a pair,
full-bodied, with an interesting nose. I wish I could show you a photo of him
on one side of a fence and the two cows on the other.
We are done with our conference. B and I held the room, finished exactly on
time, looked forward to a lively question and answer session. The other two
speakers had another program in mind. By the time the last one finished there
were only a handful of people left in the audience. Not to worry though...as
the moderator said, there was still time for one or two questions. The first
person to put her hand up was one of the plenary speakers. Her "question" took
at least five minutes to deliver. We got twenty seconds each.
A weird minority, neither of B nor I carried a cell phone. To find the
conference we resorted to that ancient British behavior, asking a policeman.
I'm always listening for changes in English, so I was delighted when the bloke
took one hand off his automatic weapon and instructed us, "Straight on, then
chuck a left."
A water main broke in the area where we were staying. I learned two things:
British houses have water storage in the attic or "loft"; British workers are
now able to restore service on a Friday evening. There was a time when this
was not the case.
We all move forward. I'm moving north.
David Ritchie,
London,
where it's hot.
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