PICTURES TODAY ARE FROM BALDWIN PARK
Packing clothes…always try them on before they go in case…3 pairs of slack (gonna add one more as soon as washing is done) each with 2 tops (also try these together so I know what they look like, doing browns, blacks and a few purples—and brown and purple make up (purple will work with the all black outfits. 3 skirts with 2 blouses each like the slacks…underwear will go in last….but have tights as it’s a bit chilly in London–not to mention the Scottish highlands–for this Florida Girl. Those will go in as soon as the suitcase is returned to the bedroom as I had it out to weight (majority of the stuff is packed and I’m at 30 lbs—which give me 20 lbs left—)I try to keep things at about 40 lbs to allow for my weighting facilities to be a bit off.
I am too crazy getting ready and have had much too much time to think about it which increases the tension and the what ifs and so on and so on. Down to 9 days and you’d think I’m going to the north pole rather than London where I can buy anything I forgot.
…and about Kent Street in th Borough, and along a portion of the line of the Old Kent Road, the peace was seldom violently broken. Charles Dickens.
Check out Night Manager: (Outlander’s Tobias Menzes and Sherlock’s Jonathan Aris play two high-ranking officials with ties to Roper’s criminal empire). http://in.ign.com/the-night-manager-1/91804/review/the-night-manager-miniseries-review
and Claire and Jamie in France…and Jamie in a brothel…http://www.ew.com/article/2016/04/15/spoiler-room-flash-greys-anatomy-blacklist-spoilers
But it was always the case of London, as if in imitation of individual citizens belonging to it, had expiring fits and starts of restlessness. Charles Dickens
Already put my Passport in the travel purse I’m taking as is the only train tickets I printed out (Edinburgh to London)…after that first one I opted to just take the pick them up at the train station (need a code–which is in my schedule book which is already on my carry on–it has confirmations of all my hotel reservations as well as other pertinent documents, addresses etc.—and the credit card I charged them with. which is still in my regular use (and will be put in the travel purse as it’s small and will be what I’m traveling about the cities in—can keep it close to avoid those nasty pick pockets that big cities seem to breed like plague rats—oh wait that was a few centuries ago–the rats and plague while the pickpockets managed to live on) The carry on has a #22 lb limit so basically will be my computer and the important items and my research book with all the fun facts in it.
…seeing nothing but the interminable tangle of streets, save at a corner here and there, two policemen in conversation, or the sergeant or inspector looking after his men. Charles Dickens
Traveling to me is enjoyable. I take a book, I take my computer and I keep myself busy–since taking the 8th (she’s working on a 9th) of Outlander series I’m sure it will hold my interest….and I veg between getting to airport and leaving on a jet plane…..or if I do get bored I take pictures–for instance the ones I put in yesterday and today—little compositions that don’t look bad (my opinion–hopefully yours) and you can use for decorative purposes or to divide up your blog. Magazines work—or install some computer games for the airport wait….or you can people watch at the nearest bar—which there are several near the gates—given people’s need vs. reluctance to fly.
Now as I mentioned on this flight there are movies, TV shows and games all in the back of the seat you normally have to stare at anyway….and when you’re over that there’s even a map telling you your height (of the plane not your personally–you should have checked that before we left) and where you are (the plane emblem–would be kinda weird if it was a person—that little guy on the Google maps—that they put in a commercial recently—don’t remember the commercial maker but it was cute with the character doing a walk-about.)on a map that shows where you’re from—the origin of the plane not a picture of the town or your birth mom–and where you’re going to and if I remember right the distance left to go.
I’ll keep my computer with me as I can always work on my blog…though I’m keeping an old fashioned diary this time. It looks like a normal hard back but on the front says “NEVER STOP DREAMING” and I thinks that’s a great idea….I’m old–er—no I’m OLD….but you can’t tell it if you hang with me….I told you I tried the dating service for my age and other than providing nursing service the men I met were not in my age group—though they were all younger than me. Anyway I’m jotting down feelings, idea like that in this blue book which also shows a distant shore line, rippling water and a pleasant bank of low hanging clouds on the front and back.
The wild moon and clouds were as restless as an evil conscience in a tumbled bed, and the very shadow of the immensity of London seemed to lie oppressively upon the river. Charles Dickens
also doing a bit of cleaning–things like refrigerator–items on the edge so as not to have to deal with horrible globs of mold, mildew like some mad scientist hobby shop—as I know the Roomie will just push them to the back to keep for my return and that is not something I wants to find upon return home…can give one nightmares for ever. Also cabinets with things like pans and flatware…so he can find things easily and not have to curse my poor name while trying to find the tongs or the salt or what ever. Obviously I am not the best house keeper in the world—but my novel is good and my blog ain’t bad either.
In those small hours when there was no movement in the streets, it afforded matter for reflection to take Newgate in the way, touching its rough stone, to think of the prisoners in their cleep, and then to glance in at the lodge over the spiked wicket, and see the fire and light of the watching turnkeys, on the white wall.
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Next I went to Billingsgate, in some hope of market-people, but it proving as yet too early, crossed London Bridge and got down by the water-side on the Surrey shore among the great brewery. Charles Dickens.
