Washing in Canterbury

I'm writing this while the washing circulates and snow falls past the window beside me.

This stay in Canterbury has been a good idea. It's our fourth day here and our bodies are still trying to run on AEDT.

The flight here was bearable. George was able to select seats with enough leg room. Acting on information overheard we used the time on the ground in Singapore to have showers - made for a much fresher second half of the trip. And my insane decision to rush out and buy an iPod the day before we left paid off handsomely thanks to Ginny kindly taking it, getting it started and filling it with talking books and music. Pity about poor Emma having to shift into a house that didn't even get swept,as I went out shopping instead.

I have now revised my opinion about luggage. Check it all through. Take only an iPod and some crocheting and just enough other stuff to survive until you replace the luggage that may all go to another of the round earth's imagined corners. Enough stuff may be one credit card if you are game enough.

Canterbury is a very high class theme park. It's been a tourist town since the middle ages, so we are in a bit of a loop - being tourists checking out the lives of tourists past. But the fabric of the building bears witness to centuries of friction between church and state, and a few theological differences as well. Not to mention changing fashions in architecture. I could spend weeks pottering around the Cathedral, so we are fortunate to be staying in a lodge inside the Cathedral grounds - an inspired find by George, at a special deal price and all.