Today on the way home from work, I was reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice when I caught a glimpse of an extraordinary piece of artwork.
I was supposed to write this and post it on Sunday. I tried writing it again yesterday. Both times I got sidetracked by an assignment which has now been handed in, so I have nothing left to distract me.
On Saturday, Pat took me to Oxford as a Christmas present. Yeah. I know. I’ll never be able to top it.
Even though it’s technically Sunday, I will be writing as if it’s still yesterday.
Today, I have something to write about. I took no pictures, but I actually did something besides sit in the library and write (which feels like all I’m doing these days and unfortunately not much of that writing is for this blog).
I managed to fit in some last minute souvenir shopping before we caught our train back to London. We took our heavy suitcases on the Metro, and at the station (Gare du Nord, same way we came) we got some snacks and I bought lipstick that made me look like an assassin (according to Sarah). Then, we went through security.
Saturdays are story days! I will post short stories, poems, or anything else that I’ve written in the week. Unfortunately, all I’ve really written this past week are my assignments and some of Book3, so I’ll just write something on the spot.
There’s people watching, and then there’s accidental people watching. I’ve done both. People watching is when you’re sitting somewhere like a park or a shopping mall and you watch all the people around, what they do, what they say, and how they act. Accidental people watching is what I did around two years ago.