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skyring0330 07 Apr 05
Up early again. The sound of wind or elephants shaking the shrouded scaffolding on the building site opposite is not conducive to slumber. Not for me, anyway. The chap in the bunk above mine is fast asleep. And emitting the most alarming groans and burbles.
Around me there are the noises of wild animals, restless wild animals, and I lie awake. Thinking. Then the bells of St Pauls ring out. Four times I hear that distinctive double knell. Obviously someone hasn’t adjusted the cathedral for daylight saving time.
My room-mate currently snoring his night away came home late last night. But this time I knew what time it was. One in the morning.
“Ah!” I said as he climbed into bed, “That must be the Bunk of England.”
“Huh?”
“You have to get up before you go to sleep,” I explained.
I waited for a guffaw, or even a quite chuckle. Two hours later, I gave up. The noise coming out were not indicating amusement but blissful indifference.
English flags were flying at half mast outside London’s churches for the Pope. Maybe it was just the Roman Catholic churches, but I didn’t think there were that many in London. The news reports that millions of people are crowding Rome for the Papal funeral and providing basic services for them is a logistical nightmare. It is a 24 hour wait to view the body.
Thank goodness the upcoming marriage of Prince Charles isn’t generating the same appeal. I don’t have the capital to myself, but it is not a traffic jam of tourists or pilgrims. They have all flown to Rome.
Up early again. The sound of wind or elephants shaking the shrouded scaffolding on the building site opposite is not conducive to slumber. Not for me, anyway. The chap in the bunk above mine is fast asleep. And emitting the most alarming groans and burbles.
Around me there are the noises of wild animals, restless wild animals, and I lie awake. Thinking. Then the bells of St Pauls ring out. Four times I hear that distinctive double knell. Obviously someone hasn’t adjusted the cathedral for daylight saving time.
My room-mate currently snoring his night away came home late last night. But this time I knew what time it was. One in the morning.
“Ah!” I said as he climbed into bed, “That must be the Bunk of England.”
“Huh?”
“You have to get up before you go to sleep,” I explained.
I waited for a guffaw, or even a quite chuckle. Two hours later, I gave up. The noise coming out were not indicating amusement but blissful indifference.
English flags were flying at half mast outside London’s churches for the Pope. Maybe it was just the Roman Catholic churches, but I didn’t think there were that many in London. The news reports that millions of people are crowding Rome for the Papal funeral and providing basic services for them is a logistical nightmare. It is a 24 hour wait to view the body.
Thank goodness the upcoming marriage of Prince Charles isn’t generating the same appeal. I don’t have the capital to myself, but it is not a traffic jam of tourists or pilgrims. They have all flown to Rome.
