[fb: Today I walked up the red carpet in jelly high-heels and sat in front of Kate Middleton. London is cray.]
“Aren’t you afraid of dying?” he asked Lila now.
She looked at him as if it were a strange question. And then she shook her head. “Death comes for everyone,” she said simply. “I’m not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here.” She swept her hand over the room, the tavern, the city. “I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.”
The light fitting in my room exploded today (internally, so no exciting glass showers for me), and since the millions of tea lights dotted everywhere aren’t bright enough to read by, I’m going to start a new blog series. Ooh, fancy!
This series will document my move to London and all the trials and tribulations inherent in finding your place in a big city. I also want it to be somewhat collaborative, so if you have any topics you’d like covered or burning questions answered, then please leave a comment (even if it’s just to moan with me about the tube being delayed… again!).
Fireworks are gong off right now outside my window and they’re so sparkly and beautiful! Nov 5th is so great… though not if you’re Guy Fawkes going through three days of torture to buy your pals time to escape, only to find out the fools didn’t even leave the city. Seriously, people are ridic.
Another thing that’s ridic are some of the amazing books I read this month. There weren’t so many this time round, but there was some serious quality!