Christmas in London (2)

"... Festivity continued late into evening."

Well, actually, we had gone in search of place outside house. Again, quiet city :) Nothing but to return after small constitutional. Also entertained by unfortunate 13-year old girl abusing corner shop owner for not selling her friend some cigarettes. It was all rather melodramatic.

The three girls were not as intellectual as Karsten (to R) and were not quietly reading.

26 December
Boxing Day
City slightly less quiet, but still mostly deserted.

Tube was blessedly running (since it was raining) and so Ulla, Karsten and I went (with the World's Laziest Pigeon, who rode Tube with us from Tower Hill to either Aldgate or to Liverpool Street, to L) in search of cemetaries and other interesting architecture, with end goal of finding Liverpool Football game in pub somewhere. I got us slightly lost. And it was cold. And we walked a really long time. Through mostly empty streets. But we found game, pub and food eventually. Directional skills were slightly impaired.

Danish Christmas food when got home! Danish Christmas celebration is actually on 24 December and the 25th is just a quiet day. (since do not have technical ability to figure out Danish letters on American keyboard, apologize in advance for butchering language). Rodkaal is red cabbage, that reminded me of a sweet sauerkraut. Sild is pickled herring -- we had two kinds: normal pickled herring, and with dill. Ulla made Frikadeller, which are lovely meatballs. Helene made Karry Salat, an egg salad (with curry, i think). New food makes me excessively happy! Oh, all of this was eaten, with the exception of the Rodkaal, in the style of an open-faced sandwich on rye bread. All was FABulously fabulous! :)

27 December
Danish Delegation all accompanied me to Paddington, from whence my journey to collect Lisa&Ben from Heathrow began. (was directional skill failure from the day before being mocked? :) we all know that i miss things sometimes. or often. or all the time. whatever :) then, later, when the gerbil wakes up from his (or her) nap and begins running on the little wheel inside head, begin to obsess about "what if i missed something...?" and then it's too late. and so life plods on at this petty and unsubtle pace.)

Oh my Lord, nearly forgot --- it SNOWED in the morning before we went out to the station! The resulting wetness, since it stopped before we left and could play in it, caused me to (not unusually) to lose my footing on metal stairs and nearly plummet to my great injury upon exiting premises. As it was, only R ankle was crushed into uncomfortable position briefly. Such grace and elegance.

will pick up in York with next installment.