Holiday Inn Express Bedford
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- Free High-Speed Internet
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Traveled by train from Castle Carey to Paddington Station and then on to Bedford. Trains much improved over the last 40 years! Terry met me and we had a ball together. When she was working I took a trip down memory lane visiting well known places.
I started in Maulden to check out my old house and knocked on the door of the neighbours 'Badger Cottage' just in case ...
... that seems more logical.
The small couch, although said to be my size, was not.
I found a marbles game and spent all morning arguing with it much to the amusement of Andy. I didn't have all that long this morning with him because I was bussing off again not long after midday to begin what I suppose what you would call the next phase.
I took the bus from Oxford to Bedford, and ...
... in front of the tower. It ended watching the sunset at the top of the Eiffel Tower with a bunch of new friends from America. (Who I will go and see eventually!)
-I got a lesson in German from my American/German host in Stuttgart. In case you didn't catch it in my last blog: a man is a male, a woman is a female, a boy is a male and a girl is an 'it'. I have come to conclusions that language may not be a barrier but it certainly is a giant pile of confusingness.
... went to a pork knuckle restaurant, for you guessed, pork knuckle! Huge, crackly, salty on a board, with grated horseradish, mustard and cabbage and fennel seed salad. Oh, and steins of beer! On Friday night, we were able to get some cheap tickets to the Magic Flute at the Volkstheatr. That’s that opera theatre for the masses. Fantastic production; orchestra in the pit, masses of singers, plethora ...
... it seems.
Everything has meaning, if slightly hidden.
Must always search for the hidden meaning to unveil the truth
Otherwise you're left floundering in the space between memories.
Nothing is more frustrating and makes you doubt your own sanity.
It's all I can do to remember my name.
Chill out and have another glass of wine.