Where We Live

Here are a few more pix, taken this morning . . . so yes indeed, this guy over a drain spout across the street is sticking out his tongue. At me. I guess his experience at Merton was not a happy one. Or perhaps he's the one who discovered that meat spoils if you don't refrigerate it overnight.

 The pictures directly above and below are views out our living room window . . . by the way, I think you can click on these images and they will appear larger. Just make sure that when you want to come back to this blog that you just use the "X" in the upper right corner of the enlarged photo. Otherwise (I have discovered) you leave the blog entirely. Oops. That gate you see below is the main entrance to Merton College (founded in 1264).

This is our cozy living room late last night. I'd love to know how old the oak panelled walls are. We watched On Her Majesty's Secret Service last night. George Lazenby made quite a good 007! And Diana Rigg is the young It Girl. I had no idea!

Tonight: 6:15 Evensong in the Chapel, then High Table again. Tonight's company is formidable: 2 youngish modern philosophers, an art historian, a genetic biologist, a Chinese archaeologist, the Mathematician from Munich, a couple of economists, the usual bevy of physicists (dime a dozen in this town) . . . I am contemplating feigning laryngitis just so as not to embarrass myself. And Beth, Mary - I'll wear the sheer black hose tonight. :)

Just blew kisses out the window to a school group of teenage tourists.