Grief makes even the most alluring adventure seem drab, and guess where I am? Oxford.
Think Cambridge, except the people dress a little bit better.
I am being quite stern and refraining from judgment of this town, since I am in mourning and all of my thoughts about life in general shift with each new death in the family.
However, a few observations: the only thing worse than a Leonard Cohen song? A Leonard Cohen song performed by a British busker. The only thing worse than posh academic Ladychat? Posh academic Ladychat about babies. Ick.
I am at least entertained by the hung parliament and formation of a coalition government. Parliamentary process is so fascinating.
