Days of Shades

I ran myself a cold bath last night.

Apparently, if you run both the cold and the hot tap such that the bath temperature is actually correct, the cold comes out of the water heater tank somehow and so the hot runs out before the bath is full. Geoff and Peg were quite amazed at my foolishness until they remembered that my cousin had done the same last time she was here.

The town I mentioned before is Llangollen, pronounced something like Cthlangocthlen. I bought a latte there, which was really cafe au lait, and the takeout cup had a lid with no hole in it.

Tonight I'm going to make dinner, mostly because Peg remembers loving how I cooked rice. Plain rice. The instructions on the packets over here call for some ridiculousness with a seive, rather than getting the proportions right off.

Clearly, despite their many advantages over us in terms of, say, gay rights and a useful train service, the brits could use help in the vital areas of water-tap, hot-drink-take-out, and rice cooking technology.

Still enjoying myself immensley. It's worth noting that my feelings of small superiority are at the same level as those I feel about US vs. Canadian Wait/Walk signs. Ours are far preferable to the Canadians. We haven't got anything else on them, but I'll patriotically stand by the American Wait/Walk sign.

Off to sunny southern France tomrrow with didotwite2001!