I will be back for the next part in the story of the White Fox and the Flower Maiden next week.
With the oncoming term of note-taking in delightful lectures such as Maths for Physics, Maths, Economics and the like I need a break to remind me again why I am a) alive even tho' I rarely like it and b) why I am note-taking even tho' I very rarely like it. As such, I am off to Paris for three days. I shall visit museums with any luck and wander about a bit like a flaneur without the flan.
I also need to get away from the mass hysteria generated by the British media around a wedding. Suddenly we are all encouraged to say "Yes sir, no sir" and tug our forelocks in commoner's respect for a dysfunctional and defunct royal wedding... now if it was the Royle Wedding, that would be a different matter altogether!!! Royal Weddings, as far as I am concerned, belong in folktales as a reminder of another time and place and the sheer unreality of it all. Of course I may be ever so slightly biased, but I bow to none and that includes royalty.
So there!!!
And Gawd bless all wot sails in 'er... see you when the weekend's over and they are going round picking up bunting and tatty little flags.
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get the supplies in, turn off the electronics and stay bunkered down until it is all over ...
Oh no, I'm doing better than that... I'm off to Paris for three days!
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