May I just say I admire your capacity...as you mention gallons of tea, a little eating and much listening or at least looking like you are and not once did I read that all 'smallest room' resources have been mapped. 'Oh great one with the hollow legs' is all I can say :0)
Leeds and no visit to Fenwicks! It's the place for that splash of colour in feather boa shape to compliment halter-neck-tank-top-paper-presentation-gear.
And I really don't know how you are going to survive for days without the excitement of British train (dis)service, though Leeds to London will just mean getting half a mile from Euston and being sent to Manchester for a driver:0)
I'm afraid I may not be able to sleep tonight just from reading the word "tea" so many times. In fact, I have to pee now.
Tea aside, sounds like a fascinating day!
Ah...now we are getting to something I know about. In the summer of 1956, after graduating from college and before beginning my quest for the Wild Blue Yonder, I took a job as part of road maintenance crew. My boss called the grassy land between the north and southbound lanes of the Garden State Parkway "the Medieval Strip."
Stewed tea, how I miss it (lived in England for 18 years while growing up). The mere thought has me vibrating with vicarious caffeine overdose. It isn't real tea unless the spoon is at risk of dissolving.
I'm also curious as to what kind of monastic high-jinks were discussed at the panel...
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