Snow, Class, and Whatnot

Well, as many of you may have heard, it snowed this week in London. Not a ton, but a decent amount. And guess what the city did? It stopped, and then waited for the snow to melt in its own sweet time. Stores were closed and public transportation was all wacky for several days. Being from the south, I understand that if a city isn't prepared for snow, it can really mess things up. But, I thought it snowed here; I thought London would have a better method than 'wait and see'. Oh, well. We got to have a few nice snow days where we cuddled inside and played in the snow in the park - which everyone in Clapham did. I've never seen so many people out playing, building snowmen, igloos, forts, and walls, and having huge 30 person snowball fights. I got hit by an errant snowball, but it was still fun.

In other news, we went to a soccer game last week, which was a lot of fun. The fans sing great songs like, "You're Getting Sacked in the Morning," and something like "When the Whites Come Marching, Oy, Oy, Oy!" (I feel I should mention that we went to a Fulham Football Club game, and they are the Whites, so we kept chanting, "Come on you Whites!" I thought it was kinda weird, especially since that chant sounded just like Sloth from Goonies saying "Hey you guys!").

Ahh, and now my big news: I finally went to class! Yay! I could hardly walk the next day! Yay! Actually, it was a lot of fun, and I didn't suck nearly as much as I thought I would. That was my biggest fear: that I would have lost my dancing abilities. And that I would seriously injure myself. Both, happily, did not come to pass. I went with our friend from NU who has just finished her PhD, and I think we're going to make a regular go of it on Mondays. BTW, she got an awesome job at U of Michigan as a Fellow in the Michigan Society of Fellows and Assistant Professor in the Dance and German Departments. I'm really excited for her, but sad that she'll be moving back to the US soon. Oh, well, at least we can start dancing together before she goes. Now I'll be ready for Agent Thumb's grand experiment and may even have someone to dance with. Booyah!

I know that I've done more since my last post, but I can't think of it. My husband is making me a full English breakfast, and the yummy smells are clouding my ability to think straight.