Every morning I wake to the sounds of gentle rain dripping off the tile roof of my one bedroom flat in Oxford. I make some coffee, toast a crumpet, spread it with jam and enjoy my breakfast. Today is my day to go to the library and study the actual texts of the medieval Irish and Welsh myths and legends and folktales. I am looking for clues as to who the writers were and why they wrote in the ways they wrote. I am also looking for the similarities and differences in the texts. After lunch, I will go to the river for a walk and think over what I've peered at all the morning. In the afternoon, I return to my flat and write up my notes, just in time to go to the train station and meet my sweetie on her vacation to England. We go to a nearby pub and have a dinner and some local ale, then we go to a lecture on the historical lumps and depressions in the surrounding country side. We go home afterwards for some much deserved time to ourselves. In a few days, we emerge and go on an exploration of the Iron Age remains in the area while taking in the scenery and stopping at pubs for lunch and dinner, or tea as they call it there. I don't make her climb a tree as our favorite Brit Com leading lady does in their own Iron Age remains episode, so I don't look foolish talking to a tree when a bicyclist goes by and she refuses to answer me from the tree. Then again, the car didn't have a ladder, so it wasn't really feasible. :)
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