Currently sitting on a couch in Room 32 of the National Gallery. It's so... peaceful. Art galleries have such a pensive mood about them.
So this morning the amazing Dave Buntsma got me through the last little bit of my Corporate Finance assignment. It's still a piece of rubbish and Mr Lecturer-who's-having-a-baby still hasn't replied, but oh we'll. Hopefully he replies soon. Very soon. I want to be able to
Hand in my assignment on Thursday afternoon.
After doing my assignment I tidied my room a little bit. It was a mess cos I was trying to pack stuff. Speaking of packing, Susan and I have to get onto finding an excess baggage company. Apparently there's a lot of paperwork. Hmmm. Well at the very worst I will post it home via Royal Mail, or take it with me in my suitcase. I think it might work out the same cost anyway, because you have to pay an expensive quarantine fee on anything you ship back.
But anyway. Made it to Trafalgar Square and there was this absolutely amazing busker. Beautiful voice and guitar skills. He was singing Mumford&Sons. Not my favourite music (in fact I didn't particularly like it when I first heard it), but he made it sound good. I just sat there and listened for a good 15 minutes.
Then to the National Gallery, big rooms, big golden frames, red, green, purple walls. So so grand. And free entry.
And also lots of Jesus related paintings. I've spent an hour and a half here. I may or may not be starting to get a bit bored, but I have an hour till class. What to do?
Here are some views looking out to Trafalgar Square from the National Gallery balcony
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So this morning the amazing Dave Buntsma got me through the last little bit of my Corporate Finance assignment. It's still a piece of rubbish and Mr Lecturer-who's-having-a-baby still hasn't replied, but oh we'll. Hopefully he replies soon. Very soon. I want to be able to
Hand in my assignment on Thursday afternoon.
After doing my assignment I tidied my room a little bit. It was a mess cos I was trying to pack stuff. Speaking of packing, Susan and I have to get onto finding an excess baggage company. Apparently there's a lot of paperwork. Hmmm. Well at the very worst I will post it home via Royal Mail, or take it with me in my suitcase. I think it might work out the same cost anyway, because you have to pay an expensive quarantine fee on anything you ship back.
But anyway. Made it to Trafalgar Square and there was this absolutely amazing busker. Beautiful voice and guitar skills. He was singing Mumford&Sons. Not my favourite music (in fact I didn't particularly like it when I first heard it), but he made it sound good. I just sat there and listened for a good 15 minutes.
Then to the National Gallery, big rooms, big golden frames, red, green, purple walls. So so grand. And free entry.
And also lots of Jesus related paintings. I've spent an hour and a half here. I may or may not be starting to get a bit bored, but I have an hour till class. What to do?
Here are some views looking out to Trafalgar Square from the National Gallery balcony
They import that Christmas tree from Norwegia
(Yes, I know it's Norway. Go watch A Cinderella Story)
(Yes, I know it's Norway. Go watch A Cinderella Story)
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