On the Net at the Lion Yard
Not only no pictures today, no links, because, though I am, as you see, on the net, my access is a bit problematic, and I'm askeered to navigate off this page, on account of the last time I did something fancy, which was five minutes ago when I attempted to find the @ key (I'm not usually on British English keyboards, you see, I'm usually on American English keyboards) the machine shut down and I had to get rescued by one of the lovely staff members here at the Cambridge Public Library in the Lion Yard.
It was sorta embarrassing. Hi, I'm from America. I've shut your machine down.
I gather that this happened because while I was searching for the @ key, I held down the shift key, and this gave the computer some obscure signal which even the staff does not know, concerning the need to freeze everything up.
It's ok now, cause I'm using the shift key as little as possible.
But I'm not negotiating off this page.
Later on, maybe next week, you can have links. I'll be in Kew -- well, really Richmond-on-Thames, I tell a lie -- and if I remember the advert right, the hotel I'll be in has phone access in the rooms. But the B&B I'm in here in Cambridge doesn't. So I can't hook my laptop up. So I went looking for the Internet cafes I have on my little list, and the first was in what appears to be an uninhabited garage, and the second is on a street that doesn't exist, and the third is WAY far away, and it's my habit to walk all over Cambridge, so I didn't mind, but on the way I thought I'd stop by the library, cause there I was, going by the Lion Yard, and I need to look up some photographs and also a history of the Ely Cathedral School that has an interesting reference to a schoolmaster's daughter in the early 17th century who just would insist on dressing up in men's clothing and also getting all the schoolboys to go dancing or some such, and in the library I found computers, and discovered that the government didn't mind if I used the Internet for free for an hour, once a day, as long as I didn't send email.
Of course, they didn't know then that I was going to abuse the shift key.
Anyway. Have been diligently knitting on "Margaret Tudor" (whew! nearly got into trouble there -- had to go looking for the quotation mark). Have been diligently reading Swann's Way. Actually, I have a little plan.
I was very good about packing light, insofar as my clothes go. I have very few, really. Do not invite me out. Oh, wait, I have one outfit I could wear to a nice restaurant in a pinch. But, as I say, packed light.
Except for the books. Oh, what a clever idea it was, to plan on reading two volumes (English Translation) 0f In Search of Lost Time, AND Tobias Smollett's translation of Don Quixote. And it was important, also, to take everything I needed to get the work done which is the reason I'm here on this extraordinarily expensive jaunt. This would be books, papers, notebooks, index cards.
So I've got this one suitcase, and luckily nobody's killed me yet, but somebody's gonna, believe me, cause the thing is as heavy as if I had packed all my possessions.
Therefore, I have a plan. I am getting all kinds of things done this week, and I'm reading books till hell won't have it, and before I try to drag this suitcase down to Kew, I'm going to mail some stuff on home.
I'll check in again, now that I have found someplace to do it -- and unless I start freezing their machines up too much, and wear out my welcome -- and soon as I can give you links, I will. In the meantime, I'd just scroll down all those links I already gave you over at the side of the page -- SOMEBODY'S got some pictures up, I'm sure.
Now, I've got an hour on this thing before it shuts me out; I wonder how much lon
It was sorta embarrassing. Hi, I'm from America. I've shut your machine down.
I gather that this happened because while I was searching for the @ key, I held down the shift key, and this gave the computer some obscure signal which even the staff does not know, concerning the need to freeze everything up.
It's ok now, cause I'm using the shift key as little as possible.
But I'm not negotiating off this page.
Later on, maybe next week, you can have links. I'll be in Kew -- well, really Richmond-on-Thames, I tell a lie -- and if I remember the advert right, the hotel I'll be in has phone access in the rooms. But the B&B I'm in here in Cambridge doesn't. So I can't hook my laptop up. So I went looking for the Internet cafes I have on my little list, and the first was in what appears to be an uninhabited garage, and the second is on a street that doesn't exist, and the third is WAY far away, and it's my habit to walk all over Cambridge, so I didn't mind, but on the way I thought I'd stop by the library, cause there I was, going by the Lion Yard, and I need to look up some photographs and also a history of the Ely Cathedral School that has an interesting reference to a schoolmaster's daughter in the early 17th century who just would insist on dressing up in men's clothing and also getting all the schoolboys to go dancing or some such, and in the library I found computers, and discovered that the government didn't mind if I used the Internet for free for an hour, once a day, as long as I didn't send email.
Of course, they didn't know then that I was going to abuse the shift key.
Anyway. Have been diligently knitting on "Margaret Tudor" (whew! nearly got into trouble there -- had to go looking for the quotation mark). Have been diligently reading Swann's Way. Actually, I have a little plan.
I was very good about packing light, insofar as my clothes go. I have very few, really. Do not invite me out. Oh, wait, I have one outfit I could wear to a nice restaurant in a pinch. But, as I say, packed light.
Except for the books. Oh, what a clever idea it was, to plan on reading two volumes (English Translation) 0f In Search of Lost Time, AND Tobias Smollett's translation of Don Quixote. And it was important, also, to take everything I needed to get the work done which is the reason I'm here on this extraordinarily expensive jaunt. This would be books, papers, notebooks, index cards.
So I've got this one suitcase, and luckily nobody's killed me yet, but somebody's gonna, believe me, cause the thing is as heavy as if I had packed all my possessions.
Therefore, I have a plan. I am getting all kinds of things done this week, and I'm reading books till hell won't have it, and before I try to drag this suitcase down to Kew, I'm going to mail some stuff on home.
I'll check in again, now that I have found someplace to do it -- and unless I start freezing their machines up too much, and wear out my welcome -- and soon as I can give you links, I will. In the meantime, I'd just scroll down all those links I already gave you over at the side of the page -- SOMEBODY'S got some pictures up, I'm sure.
Now, I've got an hour on this thing before it shuts me out; I wonder how much lon
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