gillpolack @ 2014-08-11T18:03:00
Whenever I open my LJ to blog, I want to curl up and sleep. It's cause and effect.
I'm glad I came early. I get to spend quality time with friends, learn about sword-design for movies, do some work (for I cannot spend five weeks of my life sans work - I get rattled and the universe turns inside out) and, mostly, I get to deal ahead of Loncon. What is there to deal with? The air flights, it appears, have interesting side effects on people with inflmmatory conditions. I cannot walk very far (again). It's not as bad as it was, and I'm fine if I toddle, stand still, sit down and so on, but I can only achieve normal walking speed for 50 metres. I'd allowed for the possibility of this, and some things are gone from my programme (no Tower of London, no Kensington Gardens and quite possibly no Tate Britain). Some of the friends are now waiting to see me at Loncon, because another walk to the station in a day is not a good idea. This is only a mild setback, and I am recovering gently. It was also not unexpected, since I had the same problem in Melbourne for Continuum.
Despite the aches when I walk, I'm healthy and happy and having a wonderful time. I have demonstrated that my weather sense is as good in London as anywhere, and went out yesterday with a raincoat and strangers said 'Don't go out in this' and I did and it blew away in a migraine about the time I thought it would. I'm getting loads of handy advice from good-looking male strangers about ten years my senior. It's as if they're hanging round streets, watching for me. I also had a thoroughly cheerful conversation with a young chef called Chris yesterday. Does this mean I've lost my school principal air? One of my precious possessions, gone, gone, faded into the London smog...
I want to sleep. I always want to sleep at the moment - it's the side effect of the inflammation and will pass. Instead, I shall check some computer stuff out (since Kensignton Gardens are tempting, but one step too far) and sort out which route for Thursday has the fweest impossible changes, and see just where the Tate Britain is and if I have time to vist the 17th century before meeting a friend for some Middle Ages. I've wanted to visit a museum with this particular friend for a very long time, and finally we're in the same city as the right museums.
I'm not reading blogs while I'm away, BTW. I just don't have enough online time in a day. I miss you all, though.
I'm glad I came early. I get to spend quality time with friends, learn about sword-design for movies, do some work (for I cannot spend five weeks of my life sans work - I get rattled and the universe turns inside out) and, mostly, I get to deal ahead of Loncon. What is there to deal with? The air flights, it appears, have interesting side effects on people with inflmmatory conditions. I cannot walk very far (again). It's not as bad as it was, and I'm fine if I toddle, stand still, sit down and so on, but I can only achieve normal walking speed for 50 metres. I'd allowed for the possibility of this, and some things are gone from my programme (no Tower of London, no Kensington Gardens and quite possibly no Tate Britain). Some of the friends are now waiting to see me at Loncon, because another walk to the station in a day is not a good idea. This is only a mild setback, and I am recovering gently. It was also not unexpected, since I had the same problem in Melbourne for Continuum.
Despite the aches when I walk, I'm healthy and happy and having a wonderful time. I have demonstrated that my weather sense is as good in London as anywhere, and went out yesterday with a raincoat and strangers said 'Don't go out in this' and I did and it blew away in a migraine about the time I thought it would. I'm getting loads of handy advice from good-looking male strangers about ten years my senior. It's as if they're hanging round streets, watching for me. I also had a thoroughly cheerful conversation with a young chef called Chris yesterday. Does this mean I've lost my school principal air? One of my precious possessions, gone, gone, faded into the London smog...
I want to sleep. I always want to sleep at the moment - it's the side effect of the inflammation and will pass. Instead, I shall check some computer stuff out (since Kensignton Gardens are tempting, but one step too far) and sort out which route for Thursday has the fweest impossible changes, and see just where the Tate Britain is and if I have time to vist the 17th century before meeting a friend for some Middle Ages. I've wanted to visit a museum with this particular friend for a very long time, and finally we're in the same city as the right museums.
I'm not reading blogs while I'm away, BTW. I just don't have enough online time in a day. I miss you all, though.
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