My newsagent just asked me whether I was a poet. Apparently, he thinks I look like one. I think that this is one of the nicest mistakes anyone has ever made about me. I like the idea that someone could mistake me for a poet. Between that, finding a good neighborhood church and the weekend newspapers, I'm having one of the nicest days I've had since I got to London.
Oh, that's so sweet.
ReplyDelete(So long as the poet he mistook you for wasn't T. S. Eliot.)
Pleased you're enjoying London (or parts of the experience, at any rate). :o)
ReplyDeleteLucy - No, not T.S. Eliot. I was at his church though three weeks ago (St. Stephens, near the Gloucester Road) and thoroughly enjoyed looking around at the lovely building until a pile of brochures at the back of the church caught my eye and I realised that it was a 'Forward in Faith' parish. Yech.
ReplyDeleteAelthelread - I am definitely enjoying London, particularly as I am starting to have a normal routine, without which I have a very, very hard time. Congratulations on the 200th post!
And I can spell, I just don't type very well. That should be Aethelread, not Aelthelread. Sorry!
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