It was there all along

I went back to the market this morning and was accosted by one of the stallholders I had questioned fruitlessly about my missing luggage strap; he had a very grimy bungee cord in his hand. Apparently it had been there all along, exactly where I assumed I must have lost it -- they found it underneath their van, presumably when they came to pack up and drive off. (And very kindly hung onto it for me in the hopes of seeing me again.)( Read more... )

I managed to get mixed up in an English Pride demonstration while cycling up in Town -- my own fault since I hadn't grasped why the road was closed and just saw a large crowd of people on the pavement (they filled the carriageway further along). Fortunately for once I was not in a tearing hurry, having set off early in the expectation of having to stop and put on rain-gear at some point, and they were very nice about it and allowed me to cycle very cautiously through despite the fact that I was going completely against the flow of the 'traffic'. I suspect it helped that I was very respectably and conservatively dressed, and manifestly "English"( Read more... )

it's probably just as well they didn't know the very un-English thoughts behind *why* I was smiling so much...