"If I were an English major I'd write a book about it. Instead I'm just here. Smelling my socks."

Okay, time to catch up because my essay on Karl Marx is going nowhere fast.
Tuesday was not as productive as Monday. I've been trying for a couple of days to get these stupid essays written, and I'm struggling. However, we did go to see a truly fabulous production of Pygmalion at the Old Vic starring a couple of people I know from my BBC miniseries fetish. Tim Piggott-Smith (the dad on North and South) was Henry Higgins, and Alfred Doolittle was a guy who was in Under the Greenwood Tree. Both were very good, as was Eliza. It was lovely to see it in London - I've stood under the pillars at Covent Garden, and I've left the opera there before.

Me, Erin and Annie with Henry Higgins

Wednesday was a day trip - a relatively chill one. We went down south to see Chartwell, the home of Winston Churchill, and Hever Castle, home of Anne Boleyn. Both had beautiful grounds, but I think I liked Chartwell better. I'm getting a little tired of castles (I know, I know), and Chartwell looked completely livable. I also thoroughly enjoyed the museum, particularly the explanations about Churchill's role in WWII.

Chartwell, Churchill's modest house

Mallory and me on the steps in Churchill's garden

Hever Castle, right in front of the Portcullis

Some gnarly old tree at Hever

Apparently the Boleyn's employed Edward Scissorhands.

Cool little spot on the grounds - can you believe the size of those leaves?

I am able and adventurous, and I will not wear suitable shoes.

Pretty little spot by the moat

Going through the maze - will we every get out? (Yes. In about 10 minutes.)

We hit Kahn's after the trip last night, and then I tried to do homework again and ended up in the most hilarious late night conversation about Katie's love life, and at some point Dave Heywood utter the lines that are the title of this post. I can't really explain them. But it was funny.
Today I wrote the quiz for Shakespeare and included a question about Harry Potter's birthday. I didn't celebrate with Mallory, Erin, Annie and Kristen though, because I sincerely thought today was the day for Karl Marx. Nope. I'm about 2 paragraphs in. It's such a short essay!
Tonight we had a special lecture from a politician from our stake here, Julian Bell. He works for an MP and is the leader of the opposition in his Bourough, so he had some good stories, although I think he raised more questions for me about the government than he answered. After the meeting we walked through Hyde Park and Stephen jumped over people, and now I'm here. I think I'll go to bed, but watch this space for pictures. Someday, a finished Karl Marx essay.