Kewblogging

Why, oh why oh why, did I not discover the merits of getting to Kew well before the archives opened and enjoying a lovely (and huge!) fair trade/shade grown mocha and a nummy muffin in a cafe with free Internet? Bed is wonderful and warm, but so is getting out and getting to know this beautiful little bit of London more. So next week, when I start in on the British Library (in earnest) and Caird, no matter how cloudy/cold/dark it is, I should go out early, because in three weeks, I don't get to do this anymore. Well, not for a while. I have a not so secret plan to come back.

And is it truly pathetic I finally noticed the block of flats in back of the archives and instantly wished I could live there for a few years? Yes, yes it is.

Though I am just wondering how productive I can be today - not only for the whole "eeeegh, finish thesis research" panic, but to see if I can pop in Leicester Square on the way home to see all the hoopla for the Golden Compass premiere. After last weekend's fangirlism, I feel I should! But only if I'm good...