England

I still hate London.

Tired but con­tent at pollyanna_n’s house after a superb dinner, nice wine and yummy homemade apple crumble.

I’m up way later than I need be because I star­ted read­ing all the LJ posts I’d missed out on while I waited for my CD drive to burn the back up.

Got e‑mail from a cer­tain editor of a cer­tain sec­tion of a cer­tain news­pa­per saying “Hmm… can’t seem to find those invoices you’re chas­ing… can you resend them?”. Note to self: sign and pro­cess freel­an­cer’s invoices IMMEDIATELY if ever in a pos­i­tion of such power again.

Very, very odd to be back in a non-post-com­mun­ist coun­try (see pre­vi­ous post).

Note of amuse­ment: went to plug in laptop here. Moment­ary con­fu­sion as I note the shape of the plug does not match the shape of the European adapter. Odd feel­ing as the memory of plan­ning from months earlier kicks in, I calmly go to the laptop bag and get out the Brit­ish plug adapter I’ve been car­ry­ing ready for just this moment.