Can you see how cold it is here? Can you see how the cold wind blows off the sea? Can you imagine me in long underwear, cashmere, a lined trenchcoat and a scarf tied around my head and neck, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched and still cold.
Sigh. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Still, we arrived safely in Brighton around 1 am this morning. We spend the day walking around, going to the bookstore, getting groceries. The COG made a really nice chicken stir fry for dinner. He used an actual recipe, so maybe that's why it turned out to be so much better and more interesting than my stir fries.
Or maybe it was just not having to cook it myself that made it so delightful.
We are in 'our local' pub with a number of drunken people. It's the same guys, sitting on the same bar stools, having the same drunken conversations they were having when we left in January, so we feel right at home.
Not much else to report at the moment.