Worldcon Through A Timewarp -- Tuesday (A Week Ago)

Work at the eye hospital in the morning, then home to pack over the increasing anxiety of the dog who knows something's afoot.

Catch the train to London Paddington, then the tube to Stratford. Takes me almost as long to find the taxi rank as it did to get here, but eventually get a taxi, which charges me £6 for a journey of less than a mile. On that basis, the train journey would have cost about £800. Even British Rail aren't that expensive -- yet.

In deepest Newham squats the Countryside Motel, a misnomer of astronomical proportions in this urban jungle. My room costs a princely £35 and has no wardrobe, barely space to park my suitcase, and the pink TV --presumably bought from the local Gok Wang-- and kettle sit a shelf high above the bed. Making a cup of tea is interesting as it involves pouring from the kettle while standing on the bed, then climbing down from the bed, mug in hand. Oh well, for the price I paid mustn't grumble.

I fly tomorrow.