Apparently, I swiped my credit card in a K-Mart in Pennsylvania yesterday and spent around $850. A couple of days earlier, I'd spent a mere $300-odd there.... Wonder what I bought? I'm guessing it was a snazzy flat-screen TV, though it could have been a collection of mobile phones and/or iPods. Or a computer! (I do hope I knew I'm a Maccie through and through.)
Other than that, I have not been sulking in my cave since I last posted - I've been without internet (still am intermittently - technician is coming out tomorrow to fix the line. In theory) and then away to Wales, where I stayed in the most amazing beach house owned by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
steepholm's cousins. Should have been the easiest trip ever, as I walked 5 minutes down to the train, got off 3 stops later, walked another 2 minutes or so and got on the ferry, and was to take a train from Holyhead which would have got to Rhosneigr in less than 10 minutes. But, I managed to FAIL. First realising that stuffing King's Shield in my bag would result in death of the bag (and consequent loss of the book), I reluctantly left it behind, and settled for City of Ashes, which is paperback and I was reading already. But at some point in the shuffling organization, I managed to leave both book and print-out of Becca's latest story on the dining room table. And I had very little cash, and there was no ATM in the ferry - not that there were any shops selling read-worthy reading material anywhere anyway. Luckily I had knitting with me, though it was my carefully chosen mindless knitting, which wasn't the best choice for the trip. Much more luckily, steepholm had brought me reading material.... (Missing the train was hardly my fault, though I felt guilty anyway for dragging poor steepholm back into his car to collect me.)
Getting off the ferry in Holyhead (that's the extreme Welsh tip of Wales, for everyone who'd have no reason to know this), I was amused to overhear one of a group of Scouts inhaling loudly and saying 'Aaahhh, English air'. (Breathing Irish air for the week or so of his visit must have been a strain!) He was corrected by his much shorter companion, telling him, geographically accurately if ungrammatically, 'Wales air, actually!'
Other than that, I have not been sulking in my cave since I last posted - I've been without internet (still am intermittently - technician is coming out tomorrow to fix the line. In theory) and then away to Wales, where I stayed in the most amazing beach house owned by
steepholm's cousins. Should have been the easiest trip ever, as I walked 5 minutes down to the train, got off 3 stops later, walked another 2 minutes or so and got on the ferry, and was to take a train from Holyhead which would have got to Rhosneigr in less than 10 minutes. But, I managed to FAIL. First realising that stuffing King's Shield in my bag would result in death of the bag (and consequent loss of the book), I reluctantly left it behind, and settled for City of Ashes, which is paperback and I was reading already. But at some point in the shuffling organization, I managed to leave both book and print-out of Becca's latest story on the dining room table. And I had very little cash, and there was no ATM in the ferry - not that there were any shops selling read-worthy reading material anywhere anyway. Luckily I had knitting with me, though it was my carefully chosen mindless knitting, which wasn't the best choice for the trip. Much more luckily, steepholm had brought me reading material.... (Missing the train was hardly my fault, though I felt guilty anyway for dragging poor steepholm back into his car to collect me.)Getting off the ferry in Holyhead (that's the extreme Welsh tip of Wales, for everyone who'd have no reason to know this), I was amused to overhear one of a group of Scouts inhaling loudly and saying 'Aaahhh, English air'. (Breathing Irish air for the week or so of his visit must have been a strain!) He was corrected by his much shorter companion, telling him, geographically accurately if ungrammatically, 'Wales air, actually!'
