It's raining.
But I have an office! A cold office with no pencils, but an office, nonetheless. With lovely glass doors out onto the Princess Margaret garden. And I have at least 2 completely unrememberable passwords to the Oxford system. They require you to use one capital, one number, one symbol, and exactly 9 characters, but none can spell a word from the dictionary. It should be something you'll remember, they say. Right.
Cheerio!
2 comments:
SWEET! You have an office. You are all *official* now. Very cool.
Send photos of said office.
And just so you know, Will sympathizes with you and the rain, as it is ruining the cricket. England is currently playing the West Indies and national test matches and the rain keeps delaying the games.
But now we know why all the Enlgish gardens always look so good-- so much rain!
Seriously! Enlish plants remind me of California. It's like there's radioactive stuff in the soil. Or tons of rain, one of the two.
I suppose they must garden in the rain. Which is...wet. Ewww. The Brits are impressively stoic about it, though.
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