Chapter Two-ish

I brought three books to the UK: The Lady of the Rivers, Game of Thrones and the Bible. You would be surprised of how much these three have in common. Women are incredibly suppressed and sometimes even herded like cattle. Also, they highlight the polar juxtaposition between rich and poor. Why I enjoy reading such things, I have no idea. Perhaps its the heroes and heroines who value the importance of determination and faith. Or perhaps I'm just attracted to the scandals, with hidden identities and lonely wives seeking the attention of winking knights. Those are always fun.

Anyways, as you could probably could have guessed, I've been doing a lot of reading. I've also been introduced to a TV series based on Philippa Gregory's series called "The White Queen." The story focuses on three women who played crucial roles in the War of the Roses, Anne Neville, Elizabeth Woodville, and Margaret Beaufort. I was slightly surprised (and repulsed) at how accurately they portrayed the birthing scenes. To say the least, I'm glad I was born in the 1990s and not the 1490s.

Now I'm just going to write about some really random things...

TRANSITION.

Big news: Kate is in the hospital! I'm banking on a girl with the middle name "Diana."

TRANSITION.

Shopping. I never was quite fond of it, but now I'm finding it rather enjoyable. It probably has something to do with actually having money.

TRANSITION.

I'm staying with my grandparents at the moment, and my Nana needs to practice her harp for a wedding coming up. I was listening to her play "Memory" while reading The Lady of the Rivers with a nice cup of tea at hand; I couldn't help but think, I can get used to this.

TRANSITION.

When I went to the beach (a very pebbly beach), I saw a line of little "beach huts." People would store umbrellas, chairs, boogie boards and all sorts of things in there. I saw one family sitting outside of their hut by a little table in lawn chairs sipping tea. You can't get any more British than that.

TRANSITION.

I was thinking of doing a Christian retreat called L'Abris in Greatham, so my grandparents drove me and dropped me off (I thought I'd try it out for a few days). The man who greeted me told me to take my things in my room then come outside to find him at tea. Well, I dropped my things in my room like he asked me, then went outside. I couldn't find him so I decided to simply stand there, by the cart of tea waiting for him. Finally, I caught sight of him, went up to him and asked him what I should do next. He said he would give me a tour in fifteen minutes, enough time for him to grab a smoke. I gave him an unenthusiastic "OK" and idly waited in the front room of the house. Long story short, I decided to not go through with it and stayed with family instead.

TRANSITION.

The other day, I was with my aunt, uncle and cousin and we were having a bit of a party-- just the four of us. I found myself waltzing with a balloon, my uncle dancing with a monkey, my aunt singing with a lamb, and my cousin playing some funky beats...nothing like family.

Thanks for reading,
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