And let us just be thankful that the wicked plot did not succeed in blowing up the Houses of Parliament, or London would be less one Major Tourist Attraction.
I will be celebrating with friends on Saturday, and there will be fireworks, mulled cider and treacle tart. Apparently also real food too, but mostly I am interested in the treacle tart and hoping it comes with lashings of custard in best Famous Five fashion. In fact, we may simultaneously be celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary. Four years! My good fortune in marrying someone who was happy to have a crap wife; and his in marrying someone who says ‘Yes, yes, go and watch the baseball in a bar, I’m reading’.
Meanwhile I am still packing for Charleston, which I appear to have been doing all morning. This is particularly sad I as I am really only there for one day, but I have been completely thrown by the need to deal with temperature in the mid to high 70s again. I thought all that was behind me, and had entirely and happily forgotten about warm weather clothing that also works in freezing air-conditioning.
Argh. There was also the bit where I packed the Mac, something to read, both iPods, a couple of new audiobooks and my gym clothes, thought I was almost done and realised that I had not dealt with what I would wear to the presentation that is the whole point of the trip. There goes work getting in the way of life again.