Lancashire people and their funny, talky ways.

My train doesn't leave for another hour or two, so I'm sitting here at a cafe trying to pass time by writing you and eating a Swiss hazelnut Noisette bar - my new favorite of the chocs. Can't get enough of it. I was losing a bit of weight for a little while there, but with the over-abundance of sweets in this country, I couldn't help it.

This weekend will be spent in the North - some of it learning some codes and putting together a mental portfolio for the upcoming project at work. It's been so nice to have some time alone to get crackin' on some ideas and drown myself into, "how can I achieve these goals for good?"

But most of it will be spent travelling and seeing the English countryside, kind of.

I don't want to touch too much on the weather, cause most of you already know how ridiculously cold it is over here. It's roundabout 6 celcius (42.. 43 degrees fahrenheit). It's not freezing, but it's still pretty chilly. It takes me a good while to get myself dressed and undressed, what with all the layering going on.

I'm picking up more words everyday. Apparently the word "fanny" doesn't mean your back side, but is actually what they refer to as your "front bits." I heard that on one of the BBC Comedy shows the other night.

It has to be said that I've met some pretty interesting people whilst here. One lady from the museum (as I'm not at the office everyday, you see) made a comment about my pringle jumper and then we ended up having some drinks at a local pub later. It was the most extraordinary surprise. Like old friends meeting, except new. I learned that she had just ended an eleven year relationship with her boyfriend. Fancy that. There was no way I could top it with the unsuccessful 2+ years marriage to a man I hardly knew.

Then later ended up having a South African dinner with some very nice people from Brixton. It was top comedy. Guess you just had to be there. For one, I couldn't believe that I had been out-spiced. "What? This girl from Texas who likes it hot and spicy?" I couldn't make it through dinner without having to soak my throat in milk. I cried a little, even. It was well-nice.

I've been making a few trips to the grand cathedrals and halls here. It's hard to find God in the bustling, loud city. So I try to make the effort of finding Him wherever I know He is ABSOLUTELY there. I was about to make that dangerous trip to Harrod's the other day as well, then I thought, "sack it, I need to find something better to do with my time today."

Here and there, I've been seeing some of the country. I was just in Windsor last weekend. If you can think of something picturesque and incredulously monarchy-related, Windsor is it. So refined. And sophisticated. And polite. I was stunned.

Ergh. This post isn't as good as I would have liked. Kinda difficult to get my thoughts across when I've got shoddy people making yells and noises around here. Seems like it's been ages since I've had a quiet moment to get some thinking done.

Anyway, I'm off.