Off to York

Dave, Olga and I are off on a little adventure today. We're going up to York, where we'll spend two nights at a bed & breakfast and see some of the sights. I have no idea what to expect from York -- in fact I haven't read about it at all yet -- but I'm sure there will be more Wars of the Roses history involved!

I'm looking forward to a change of scenery and it's always fun to travel with Olga, although we have a less-than-optimal seating situation on this morning's train. Dave and I are sitting across from each other in window seats with a table between us. I tried to put us in side-by-side seats (which would be better for dog handling purposes) but the railroad web site wouldn't let us move, saying the train is "very full." So that should be fun.

I hope whoever sits next to me doesn't mind a couple of hours of dog breath in their ear.

Yesterday I stayed home pretty much all day. Dave had lunch with an old friend who's visiting London, and I took Olga on a walk to Fortune Green and the cemetery. Otherwise I stayed in and read "The Girl on the Train," which is quite a page-turner. I just couldn't get motivated to go anywhere else!

And then, last night, as I was washing clothes, the washing machine began to act up. It wouldn't pump out the water and wouldn't spin. These appliances are going to be the death of me. I got so exasperated, envisioning all sorts of dire ramifications with the landlord -- and why did this have to happen just as we're about to leave town, and how was I going to get the wet clothes out of the locked machine? Then we unplugged it, waited a bit and plugged it back in, and it ran the rest of the way through its cycle. So at least I could retrieve the clothes. I suppose we'll have to call the repairman again. (The dishwasher is still broken, too. I've been doing all our dishes by hand -- which, bizarrely, I kind of like.)

(Photo: Gravestone detail from the cemetery, yesterday.)