Heather and I slept in a little again because the time difference is still kicking our butts. We took the train from
London King’s Cross station
(yes, where Harry Potter boards his train on Platform 9 ¾) to
Durham… in first class! That was most definitely an accident, but a welcomed one.
Tea and biscuits
,
tea and biscuits
, tea and biscuits,
free wireless internet
,
big comfy seats
, tea and biscuits (not to mention the
free wireless internet
). Helen Wilson
picked us up! We went to hers in
Sunderland, got
dolled up
and went out to dinner at a lovely Indian restaurant, where I learned that the British don’t use the word “frigid” to describe the temperature of a room, unless the temperature of the room is sexually withholding. Awkward. Anyway! We went to four or five different pubs, ringing in the New Year five hours earlier than usual by seeing people partying on TV in Trafalgar Square and trying to explain to everyone in our crazy American accents that the ball dropping in Times Square is really where it’s at. It totally is, but we had a great time in
England, too!
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