Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Blimey!

When I arrived at the University College of London, greeted my boss and answered her question, "are you all settled in?", her reply was a loud, succinct "BLIMEY!"

Despite a two month's deposit, my sublet arrangement (which was puuurfect - cheap, close by, furnished) canceled suddenly and left me crying to my mum over Skype. Not a pretty sight.

After a couple of panicked phone calls and a sleepless night I found myself at 20 Hoop Lane, Golders Green and greeted by a lovely, hard-of-hearing lady. I was late, flushed and sweaty and she sat me down to tea and shortbread.

The place is very much an old lady's house. Asking about a wireless connection was interesting -- "Do you think I need to have it? What is it?" she asked -- I sat there convinced I couldn't spend a night in the place without the heebee-jeebies, but then we started chatting. She was a seamstress during the war. She ran her own shop. Hard to get your hands on any material. But people would snatch up whatever you made.

The room is big and sunny. There's an internet cafe around the corner, snug between wafting restaurants and little shops. I'll manage just fine. I move in on Tuesday. Next blog: the new job! In the mean time, take a look at this, you'll never believe it: http://golondon.about.com/od/londonforfree/p/jeremybetham.htm

5 comments:

Unknown said...

First comment again! Ha Ha!
Love you Sun-Sun! I'm soooo happy to hear things are turning out. We said prayers. We love you!

Corinne

June said...

Hey! Don't knock old ladies! You will be surprised at how much gumption and tenacity we have!

Peevee said...

What a connection! You and Jeremy Bentham at the same place! Damn, how about that! Now, what did we say about Jeremy at Doris McKay Collegiate?

Unknown said...

I'm interested in seeing London. I heard there is someone who owes you money, I'd like to see London and get it back for you. You know a wholesome trip to see the sights

June said...

I think you may have struck upon something, Sonjel, at the museum. Words are fine, but sometimes, the images speak so deafeningly that we are rocked to the core. We are drawn into the experience. Such a thing is sometimes not easy to achieve with small photos and commentary. It takes the life sized images to bring it to reality.

Love