Niels was so cool about the wholething, merely exchanging info witht eh wan's owner. I held my breath and practiced not getting flipped out. We went over to LBS and I offloaded a few pictures and wrote theabove. We're in York now, a city 400 miles north of London and around where my mum grew up. It's pretty around here, and if it weren't for the utter boredom of living in the sticks, I'd like it here a lot.
People feel natural and friendly.
Funny though, Peter would find them, stiff. Niels talks too much - incessantly. If not about something interesting then about anything else, anything to keep me looking at him, talking, interacting. I'd like to look at everything. He even uses the old academic buttons I have toget me to interact.