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Chesty Cough Should Be a Drag Name
Jan. 26th, 2011 10:56 pmBronchitis while on vacation is lame. Fortunately my friend DK has been completely understanding and kind about it, and given me some cough syrup called "Chesty Cough" which makes my inner ten-year-old boy snigger. I think it should be a drag name. I've actually been sick pretty much since I got here, and yes, I'm on antibiotics already. Good thing I brought my nebulizer along, and a million thanks to our friend MBD who left behind a power converter for American appliances after her visit here last year.
Despite me being ill we've been having a great time. We've been plotting, writing, and posting for Fallen Leaves. Also we got a brilliant review from a new reader, who spent two weeks reading the entirety of the Fallen Leaves canon. We both intend to respond to our review comments, soon, as there have been several other recent and utterly fabulous reviews.
We've been to get me a traditional English pub lunch, which included beef and ale pie and mushy peas, followed by a jam roll. I've always been highly suspicious of mushy peas, but it turns out they are quite good. We had a very traditional Sunday lunch with DK's former flatmate Soph and her family that her mum (must use the English word) prepared, which included roast chicken and real Yorkshire pudding, eaten in Yorkshire, cooked by a Yorkshirewoman. She also photocopied me out a recipe for them so I could make them at home, which... Well, you all know how often I cook, but perhaps I will give them a try.
Last night we went up with DK's brother's girlfriend to the brother Ash's place, and after a stretching and flexibility class taught by Ash's Tae Kwon Do sensei, in which DK and I discovered that neither of us is particularly flexible nor stretchy but had a great time anyway, we hung out at Ash's place and played Guitar Hero (which I'd never done before) and went out for MacDonalds. Which feels a bit like taking coals to Newcastle, to take your American visitor to MacDonalds, but it was open and we were hungry.
All in all it was brilliant, as our conversation swung from Shakespeare ("Do you bite your straw at me, sir?" "No, sir, but I do bite my straw, sir.") to sex toys, to British comedians, to the workings of the House of Lords, to Lord of the Rings jokes, to drinking games that can be played while watching LotR movies, and other places as well.
We've also watched Armageddon, a British dance competition show, and some Cowboy Bebop, walked around in Huddersfield on the lone slightly sunny day, bought and read books, and generally had a lovely time. Today DK is at work, and I stayed home with the intention of doing some writing, but the bronchitis got the better of me, and after DK left, I washed the dishes, folded up some laundry, and then went back to bed with a book and slept another three hours.
At the moment it is freezing in here, but I forgot to get DK to show me how to turn on the heat. Thank goodness for the awesomely hipster heavy dark grey zip cardigan I bought last week for this trip. I think I need some proper fingerless gloves. DK should be back in another twenty minutes or so, and I think I can stave off hypothermia until then.
Next up is synchronizing with our friend Sna about when to go to Scotland, getting ahold of my cousins and finding out when they want me in London, seeing if I can get in touch with some friends in Cambridge, and more writing. Yay more writing!
Here are some pictures of Huddersfield, taken with my iPhone because I forgot to bring my camera on that walk.
Despite me being ill we've been having a great time. We've been plotting, writing, and posting for Fallen Leaves. Also we got a brilliant review from a new reader, who spent two weeks reading the entirety of the Fallen Leaves canon. We both intend to respond to our review comments, soon, as there have been several other recent and utterly fabulous reviews.
We've been to get me a traditional English pub lunch, which included beef and ale pie and mushy peas, followed by a jam roll. I've always been highly suspicious of mushy peas, but it turns out they are quite good. We had a very traditional Sunday lunch with DK's former flatmate Soph and her family that her mum (must use the English word) prepared, which included roast chicken and real Yorkshire pudding, eaten in Yorkshire, cooked by a Yorkshirewoman. She also photocopied me out a recipe for them so I could make them at home, which... Well, you all know how often I cook, but perhaps I will give them a try.
Last night we went up with DK's brother's girlfriend to the brother Ash's place, and after a stretching and flexibility class taught by Ash's Tae Kwon Do sensei, in which DK and I discovered that neither of us is particularly flexible nor stretchy but had a great time anyway, we hung out at Ash's place and played Guitar Hero (which I'd never done before) and went out for MacDonalds. Which feels a bit like taking coals to Newcastle, to take your American visitor to MacDonalds, but it was open and we were hungry.
All in all it was brilliant, as our conversation swung from Shakespeare ("Do you bite your straw at me, sir?" "No, sir, but I do bite my straw, sir.") to sex toys, to British comedians, to the workings of the House of Lords, to Lord of the Rings jokes, to drinking games that can be played while watching LotR movies, and other places as well.
We've also watched Armageddon, a British dance competition show, and some Cowboy Bebop, walked around in Huddersfield on the lone slightly sunny day, bought and read books, and generally had a lovely time. Today DK is at work, and I stayed home with the intention of doing some writing, but the bronchitis got the better of me, and after DK left, I washed the dishes, folded up some laundry, and then went back to bed with a book and slept another three hours.
At the moment it is freezing in here, but I forgot to get DK to show me how to turn on the heat. Thank goodness for the awesomely hipster heavy dark grey zip cardigan I bought last week for this trip. I think I need some proper fingerless gloves. DK should be back in another twenty minutes or so, and I think I can stave off hypothermia until then.
Next up is synchronizing with our friend Sna about when to go to Scotland, getting ahold of my cousins and finding out when they want me in London, seeing if I can get in touch with some friends in Cambridge, and more writing. Yay more writing!
Here are some pictures of Huddersfield, taken with my iPhone because I forgot to bring my camera on that walk.
