The Top Floor Flat

I apologise in advance if any of this post is incredibly incoherent.  I’m alternately typing and screaming at the television as I watch the men’s finals of Wimbledon (tie-break of the 4th set! Ahh!)

Last night was a lot of fun – I met up with the folks that I met at the pub the other night.  In addition to having some nice people with whom to watch Doctor Who, I got to explore some of the beautiful Canary Wharf and Isle of Dogs area.  (Uh oh… I don’t think this game is going to last much longer…).  I could do a massively long post about Doctor Who and my thoughts but I think that’s probably unnecessary.  Let’s just say, it was not the ending I would have chosen for my favorite season so far but there were two (and some) Doctors (Oh NO! Federer, bad shot!) and you really can’t go wrong with double the David Tennant.

ANYway, moving on from my absurd geekiness.  Today I decided to go to Cambridge which I’ve heard is a beautiful  (AH, GO Federer! How is he hanging in this thing?!) city.  Unfortunately it was pouring rain in the morning when I awoke.  Because it cleared up around 9:30, I decided to head out anyway as it was only a 40 minute train ride from London.  I met some nice people on the train, a couple who were also heading out to meet a friend.  We all chatted on the ride down (the man does strategic business consulting for IT companies, as did the woman until she had a ‘mid life criss’ and became a nutritional therapist).  When I got to Cambridge, I didn’t have a map or any plan so I just wandered around the city.  I hadn’t really (OH no! Championship point! Oh wait, nevermind! Ahh! It’s a challenge! Federer wins the challenge! I need to stop this commentary!) counted on the fact that all of the museums would be closed on Sunday which was a unfortunate and the rain picked up again.  Basically my trip to Cambridge was beautiful as the city was very nice, but also quite damp.  I have to say I think I like Oxford better, even counting for the fact that I was biased against Cambridge.  There were also a ton of Italians there for some reason.  Like, absurd numbers.  With balloons in the colors of the Italian flag that said ‘Italia’ on them.  In any case, I ended up leaving around 3 (AH!! WE GO TO 5TH SET! Go Federer!!!!) and got back home a little before 5 (it’s 40 minutes from Kings Cross which is 45 min from my house) and am just relaxing this afternoon – I thought about going down to be at Wimbledon for the finals, although I couldn’t get tickets I’d be able to sit on the hill and be around for the atmosphere but I was worried it would be over by the time I got there and it’s still raining on and off.  I’m disappointed I never got down to the courts during the games, that’s something I really did want to experience.

Well, I’m going to focus on the 5th set now, have a great evening!