[ Sorry, late, was in Detroit attending a punk concert. Bet you didn't see that excuse coming. ]
bunny_hugger worried that our honeymoon would be too heavily weighted to the things she wanted to do: going to the Efteling amusement park, going to Blackpool, dropping off a card to Trevor Horn. She wanted to be sure I got the chance to do things I really wanted to do too. I wanted most to spend wonderful, luxurious days with her, so that was easy enough. And I'd wanted to go to Blackpool, certainly. Still, there was something I'd had thoughts of it being really wonderful to go see, and it gets right at the mathematics- and physics- and astronomy-loving nature of me, and that would be, going to the Royal Observatory at Greenwich. Yes; of the things to specifically do, that was the thing for me.( Collapse )
For all that there was some good news. They'd taken the time available to finish running our clothes through the washer, and even bundled socks together and put them into some rather sturdy bags. The rest of our honeymoon might be short, but it would be in fresh, clean clothes.
Trivia: When sweets rationing ended in Britain in 1953 long queues for rock candy formed outside Blackpool Rock shops as early as 5:30 am among panic buyers, even as the thriving black market carried candy to London. Source: Sweets: A History Of Temptation, Tim Richardson.
Currently Reading: Undersea City, Frederick Pohl, Steve Miller.