1) Drench backpackers roaming the streets of Oxford. Drench is a ‘vitamin water’ type sugary drink in the UK. They must be struggling financially because they have resorted to giving free samples from a guy with a giant backpack full of Drench wearing what looks like a space suit, and holding a hose that sprays Drench. Really makes you want to go buy some Drench, doesn’t it.
2) Skyfall Fever – I mean, we’ve got the bug, sure. Can’t wait to go. But Britain’s got it bad! Swarovski jewellers is exhibiting some golden, crystal-studded gigantic keychains that looked like revolvers. Classy. Great when going through airport security, too I’m sure.
3) Skyfall Fever x 2 – I overhead a couple of guys talking about whether or not they’d bought the new 007 phone with Bond data package. Wow! That’s bold marketing by some phone company. On the topic: who’s your favorite Bond?
4) Paris dreaming – It’s fantastic to live in Europe. The bus loads of teenage French tourists don’t always feel fantastic, but it’s wonderful to hear a rich mix of languages on every street corner, and to feel that all of these worlds are now accessible to us.
5) Librarians – I was searching out a book which I couldn’t find earlier in the week and finally confessed defeat and went up to the desk. Mr. Librarian was VERY excited after discovering that my book was actually stowed away in “the store out back”. He nearly tripped in his eagerness to fetch it. When he returned with the book he actually said to me and the gentleman beside me: “You know, it’s no problem for me to go into the store out back for anything else you might need. It’s very easy for me to do that.” Very easy and VERY exciting.
6) Delicious pork tacos and equally scrumptious conversation
7) Clocks changing — the first day after is my least favorite time of the year, but the one saving grace is that it is SO much easier to get up early to exercise the first week of the switch. And when I get up early, I get to enjoy the foggy mystique of morning.
9) Our flat – it may be mouldy, but without the Bakestress here this fall our mould count is way down and the place feels cavernous. (Sorry, Bakes. Violinist – hope she’s behaving.) This must be the biggest, most nice place in Oxford for the amount that we are paying. Plus, the new curtains billowing in the breeze give the place a poetic look when the sun is shining. 10) Can anyone give me a 10?