A Smaller Target

Blimey! England in August

Weight: 193

You know how it is.  The exchange rate dollar to pound is worse than it been for most of my lifetime.  Airfares at record highs.  And August is high season for travel to the UK.  What does this mean? 

Paul and I are going, of course.  The reasons are involved, but they have to do with his family.  I was dreading the trip at first, mostly for the expense but also because of the time involved.  Now that we have tickets ($1400 RT by STA on Air New Zealand and trust me that was the best fare by far) and are starting to make plans, I'm feeling really excited about it. 

The trip's coming up fast too.  We'll be gone for two weeks (that's all I can be away) from August 5 - 19.

Oh, and the little video below was one that made me laugh so hard that iced freedom bag water almost came out my nose.  It would have, except I wasn't drinking at the time.  (A side note is that it's filmed all around West LA so I was busy noticing what locations were used when.)  Enjoy!

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Normal For Norwich?

And now for some news from our friends across the sea.  In the Daily Telegraph today, an article about a 19 year old girl who found a bat in her bra. 

"In her bra" as in "in the bra" she was currently wearing.   At work. 

Abbie Hawkins, a hotel receptionist, thought her mobile phone was ringing when she felt vibrations coming from her clothes.

But she later discovered the tiny creature tucked away in the padded pocket of her underwear.

As staff and colleagues crowded around, Miss Hawkins, 19, produced the frightened bat, which was the size of her hand.

Yeah. 

I once had a cockroach on my foot at work, but this definitely trumps it.  Young Abbey seems very kind hearted as well, commenting that

"Once I realised it was a bat I was shocked, but then I felt quite sorry for it really.
It looked very snug in there and I thought how mean I was for disturbing it."

I'm not sure what I'd do if I found a flying rodent in my bra, but I suspect I wouldn't spend time feeling guilty about removing it.  If my reaction to the roach is any indication, I'd be too busy screaming.