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Jan. 19th, 2007 09:40 pmYour humble and obedient certainly had a fright this morning. The only class we have today is a 10:00 to 12:00 British Life and Culture - a three credit class that we all must take. So yours was up at 8:45 to allow herself time to lay in bed lazily while still waking up, and she was awake and making (instant, ugh) coffee by 9:00. Now, since the class is at 10:00 and the class room is in the building, everything is wonderful, right?
No. Of course not.
Because the class today was going to be at the Museum of London, which is about an hour's ride on the tube, and we were expected to meet at Barbican station at 10:00. Yours truly realized this at about 9:45, when she went down to check for mail (and found she had none). It was written on the white board - allow yourself an hour to get to Barbican station.
Well, you can imagine her reaction. She ran back up the stairs to her little flat, shoved her feet into sneakers, and dive rolled out the window to skip having to take the stairs. Except that's a lie. She did indeed take the stairs, ran for Gloucester station, and what did she discover? She found that on the Circle line - the only line that runs from Gloucester station to Barbican station, there was no service. So she figured she'd have to take the Piccadilly line to King's Cross St. Pancras, where she could switch to the Hammersmith & City line, which would take her to Barbican.
Simple, yes?
No.
Hammersmith & City line was experiencing 'severe delays' - which equated thirty minutes of standing at the platform, and another forty to move the two stations. By the time yours truly gets to Barbican, it's about 11:20, and it's another ten minutes just to walk to the museum. Thank the sweet lord she has an amazing bunch of professors, who, though noting her absence at 10:00 from Barbican, also knew of the delays and switches, took pity on her and merely said they were happy she'd made it.
The Museum of London is a quaint little museum, by the way, that features a lovely collection of preserved Mideval pieces as well as a surprising amount of preserved Roman works from nearly 2000 years ago. And in fact, the point of visiting was to get a sense of the fact that London is Very Very Old.
From 12:00 on, your humble and obedient was free to do as she wished. So she returned to her little flat to have some food (it would be the first food she'd had all day), and at 14:00 or thereabouts, she went off to the Victoria and Albert Museum again, this time with camera in hand. ( And the pictures she did take: )
No. Of course not.
Because the class today was going to be at the Museum of London, which is about an hour's ride on the tube, and we were expected to meet at Barbican station at 10:00. Yours truly realized this at about 9:45, when she went down to check for mail (and found she had none). It was written on the white board - allow yourself an hour to get to Barbican station.
Well, you can imagine her reaction. She ran back up the stairs to her little flat, shoved her feet into sneakers, and dive rolled out the window to skip having to take the stairs. Except that's a lie. She did indeed take the stairs, ran for Gloucester station, and what did she discover? She found that on the Circle line - the only line that runs from Gloucester station to Barbican station, there was no service. So she figured she'd have to take the Piccadilly line to King's Cross St. Pancras, where she could switch to the Hammersmith & City line, which would take her to Barbican.
Simple, yes?
No.
Hammersmith & City line was experiencing 'severe delays' - which equated thirty minutes of standing at the platform, and another forty to move the two stations. By the time yours truly gets to Barbican, it's about 11:20, and it's another ten minutes just to walk to the museum. Thank the sweet lord she has an amazing bunch of professors, who, though noting her absence at 10:00 from Barbican, also knew of the delays and switches, took pity on her and merely said they were happy she'd made it.
The Museum of London is a quaint little museum, by the way, that features a lovely collection of preserved Mideval pieces as well as a surprising amount of preserved Roman works from nearly 2000 years ago. And in fact, the point of visiting was to get a sense of the fact that London is Very Very Old.
From 12:00 on, your humble and obedient was free to do as she wished. So she returned to her little flat to have some food (it would be the first food she'd had all day), and at 14:00 or thereabouts, she went off to the Victoria and Albert Museum again, this time with camera in hand. ( And the pictures she did take: )
