My apologies

Sorry, sorry, sorry about not updating my blog. Yes, the hot water is fixed. Great joy on Birkenhead St. But then the bit that connects the tap to the shower part broke off. Sigh. Now that's fixed as well, and the shower is fantastic.

This Saturday was the first time I'd really looked around and thought ' holy shit' I'm in London. This was a result of several things. Saturday was gorgeous. It felt like the beginning of summer. It was warm. There was a breeze. And, because it was 12:30 on a Saturday, the usually congested streets were almost car-free and the sidewalks people-free. I walked down Southampton Row to The Thames in an easy twenty minutes. Sunlight was glancing off the water, and all the recognizable buildings were just outlines (imagine the label on HP Sauce). I was meeting Megan's friends at the Tate Modern (thank you, Megan, for sharing your friends who are awesome and fun).

We looked at this.
http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/whiteread/default.shtm
Actually much more interesting and dramatic than one would imagine. I liked being dwarfed by huge blocks of white plastic that can be touched without getting tossed out of the gallery.

On Tuesday I went on a school trip with Nadine (meg's friend) and her students. They were lovely, smart and exhausting. Imagine herding 20 tiny people into an old-school double decker bus and getting them off again in the middle of Piccadilly Circus. The point of the trip was to see 'Sing along Joseph'. Yes, you've read correctly. It was Donnie Osmond --in all his shaved chest glory-- on the big screen. It was quite a lot of fun.

Tomorrow is the big internet installation day. Soon my blog will have pictures and be updated daily (ahem)