Some days are best forgotten. They simply should not exist. This is one of them. There is something about Wednesdays on archive trips that get me down and this is no exception.
First off, I didn't sleep as Tiny Bomber (aka No. 1 daughter) decided to cross the road last night without looking both ways. Thankfully the car that hit her wasn't going fast and she is OK but being miles away and being told not to worry doesn't help that much. Anyway, Mums are meant to worry, it's our job.
Breakfast this morning was strangely like being on the Marie Celeste. Not a soul in sight but everything was laid out for the buffet breakfast. I thought the croissants loked nice...mistake! French bakers were in mourning for these things bearing the name of croissant but not resembling them in any other way. I think they were probably used by the students in the 1968 Paris demonstrations as misiles against the gendarmes.
I definately wasn't going to forget the battery charger after yesterday's fiasco, so with my bag packed I set out to the shopping centre to buy another memory stick for the camera. I figured it would be useful and would mean that I wouldn't run out of memory before the end of the week. I am photographing so many documents!
Things were looking up. I even managed to find the correct short cut to the University! But, alas, it couldn't last.
Unpacking my bag in the archive I realised there was no camera battery. It must have fallen out of the charger as I was packing it! I couldn't believe it! After all my careful preperations! Crap Crappy Crappity Crapdoodle Crapness!
I thought about going straight back to the hotel but decided instead to order up the rest of the files I wanted to look at and go through them to see what was there before walking all the way back into the centre of Leeds.
I got back to the hotel about 3p.m and called Tiny Bomber. She had had a good night's rest and said she was fine. The battery was lying on the bed so. with it safely in my bag, I headed back up the hill to the archive! It was really wet and windy and everyone's umbrellas were being blown inside out. What a day!
I managed to get some more photos taken before the archive closed at 7p.m. then headed back into the centre for something to eat.
I decided on the Thai Edge restaurant. This proved to be the best decision of the day. It was a little oasis of serenity and excellent cuisine in my crapola day. I will definitely be going back there but I hope tomorrow is a better day all round than today.
Oh, and by the way, putting the dayglo digital clock under the bed didn't help. It just made the bed look nuclear powered.
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