A little more in depth

So, as has been noted, Beth and I are pretty settled in. I'm getting to giving my room a clean up from my sickie carelessness. I'm not completely better, but I'm getting by on nearly better. I hope to be CURED in a day or two. Mornings have been good.



But, what have we really been up to? Well, we've been on a few walks through town, today through a park, the other day... through a graveyard. Yes yes yes, how very strange. But, you see, the British, they know how to do death.



Beth and I discovered this graveyard as each of us made our respective ways to the main campus, which is right across from the graveyard. You walk along side a fence which has graves practically kissing the iron bars. They are beautiful and ornate, old, and heartfelt. Full of character. Normally I wouldn't be so thrilled about this graveyard situation. At home, in Vancouver and the surrounding area at least, graveyards have such superficial characters. There's nothing unique about them, they are shiny and devoid of history. But, something I've found about Britain is that, everything has history. And thus the appeal of this graveyard, which I can see from outside my flat's window. It is my scenery.



Morbid? No, not really. Beth and I wandered the paths, and occassionally went somewhat off the paths to get to some of the more unique sites. We read what they said, and we apreciated the art, and the love, and the loss. It was nearly a tragic parody of poets on the wander. So very... Shelly.



But, it was a nice walk. After that we headed over to a party being held by my flat, just a small one with the people who lived there and Beth. We got to meet everyone, chatted about what we're all doing, got to know eachother, ate, drank, and eventually got into some very in-depth discussions about the music that we share/don't share.



Beth's right, my flat mates are all quite nice, a few in particulare... but... they are also kinda messy. There are a few in particulare that are making me begin to feel as if I live in a swimming pool. Something drastic may have to be done, because I refuse to CONTINUE mopping up after everyone.



The next day was a poker night with our new friend Simon (lol, poor kid never saw us coming). He has a poker set with the chips and cards and the like. I would like to say that, if we had been playing for money, I'd have cleaned them all out! I didn't mention that I'm decent at poker to the people at the table, but I am. Didn't want to talk myself up and turn out to be morbidly out of practice. As it stands we had pleanty of laughs, lots of practice, and ended up losing track of time and going to bed around one thirty in the morning.



But Beth has told you all this.



What I would like to share is the sheer fact that Leicester is so QUAINT. I mean this utterly. I mean it thoroughly. Everywhere I go is a house or a building that, at home, would be qualified as a heritage building. I've taken a few pictures now of things that British people would consider batty to take a picture of, but heaven help me it's just too cute.



So there it is. We are settled and having a blast, in a quiet, toned down manner.