Getting ready for bed here, thought I’d try to do another post tonight. I didn’t do much today, just went to the market (mmm, doughnuts…) and had some shepherd’s pie with Sally and her daughter, Jess. I think her name’s Jess, at least. Sally pronounces it “Gus,” though, so it might be Gus. Weird name for a woman.
Anyway, the market was fun, as always. I always make a beeline for the back corner, where Mr. Doughnut (that’s the name on his sign!) has his little booth. He makes fresh doughnuts and rolls them in either sugar or cinnamon sugar. 35p a doughnut, 8 for £2.20. That’s what his sign says, at least. I always buy two, though, one of each, and he always gives them to me for 60p. Then I walk around and look at all the other stalls, even though they’re usually the same thing every time, while I eat my crumbly-because-they’re-still-cooling doughnuts out of the bag. Mmm, doughnuts…! I always stop by the second-hand book seller’s stall, and he has already started recognizing me with my big purple scarf and my bag of doughnuts. It seems to make him snicker, but not meanly. :) Probably because I almost always buy a book, too…
Today, it was Maskerade, by Terry Pratchett. It’s one of his few books I haven’t read, so I was pleased to see the stall had a copy. Almost all of his books are £2.90/book, and if you return one, he’ll give you 75p off your next purchase. At least, that’s what the stamp in the book says. I’ve never actually returned one yet, but I do have one ready to be returned. Next Tuesday, perhaps.
Tomorrow, I’m going in to the Cathedral for morning service, and then later in the day, Brother Patrick, a friend of Sally’s, is coming over for dinner and we’re going to go to the Epiphany Procession at the Cathedral. That should be a lot of fun. :) Brother Patrick, Sally says, is the sort of person who’s always being invited to go look at ancient libraries in various places around the world, and so he has a lot of ties with the sorts of people I’d need to get in with. She’s not sure if he’ll be able to help me or not, but every small tie helps!
Sally doesn’t have a clothes dryer. She does have a washer, but dryers aren’t as big over here as they are in the States. However, that did lead to my socks being strewn over all the radiators as we tried to get them dry before Sally’s daughter showed up and took the spare room where the drying usually hangs. We were, I might add, successful, but I had to delay the washing of my jeans until she left, so that I could have space to hang them.
P.S. It was 53 degrees F here today. GORGEOUS weather! Now it's raining, and it sounds wonderful. I do feel sorry for all you people suffering the cold weather of the States...
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